Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

After Zhao Lanshan put away the gun, Lin Lang's hand, which had just been released from her soft little hand, hung in the air with nowhere to put, and he scratched the air with his fingers with an unsatisfied look.

Then, Lin Lang's right hand slowly dropped, and he put one hand in his pocket in a pretentious manner, with his signature smirk still on his face.

"Miss Zhao, I am flattered that you admire me."

"But I have to warn you in advance, don't fall in love with me easily."

Lin Lang sighed softly in a helpless manner, and continued narcissistically: "You don't know, I have so many girlfriends that I can't even turn over the cards."

"Miss Zhao, if you want to join my harem, you can only be ranked at the back. This is really unfair to you."

Lin Lang's eyes were full of teasing, as if he was deliberately challenging Zhao Lanshan's patience.

Zhao Lanshan frowned as she twirled the revolver in her right hand. She looked at Lin Lang with disdain and said, "The last person who was so disrespectful to me, the grass on his grave is now more than two meters high."

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you believe me when I say that it was Liang Jingru who gave me Courage?"

Zhao Lanshan was puzzled and asked, "Who is Liang Jingru?"

Without waiting for Lin Lang to answer, a Thai City Group thug hurried forward and whispered beside Zhao Lanshan: "Miss, there is a Malaysian singer named Fish Leong. There is a popular song called "Courage" in her new album released this year."

After hearing this, Zhao Lanshan took a deep breath and glared at Lin Lang, saying coldly: "I have basically lost my patience with you. You think you are humorous, don't you?"

Lin Lang spread his hands, still with that cynical smile on his face.

"Ms. Zhao, I just went to the Baiwei Billiard Club yesterday to have fun. Your brother Zhao Chengkai wanted to pick up my girl, and I only injured his bodyguards and didn't teach your brother a lesson. I have already given enough face to your Taicheng Group. What else do you want from me?"

Zhao Lanshan narrowed her eyes slightly, examining the courageous and unruly Lin Lang, and said doubtfully: "Do you think I will believe your words?"

"It's such a coincidence. It just so happened that the accident happened right after my brother and you had a conflict."

"Tell me, do you have anything to do with my brother getting hit?" Zhao Lanshan pointed the gun at Lin Lang's forehead again.

Lin Lang frowned slightly: "My patience has reached its limit."

"I'll tell you one last time. The neon sign of the Baiwei Billiards Club was not installed securely. It accidentally fell and injured your brother Zhao Chengkai. I have nothing to do with it. If you don't believe me, you can go and investigate."

"If I hadn't seen how pretty you are, I would have wanted to take you in as my concubine. You pointed a gun at my head twice, and I would have broken your right hand holding the gun."

When Zhao Lanshan heard Lin Lang's extremely arrogant words, her eyes became even colder. She slightly tightened the trigger with her finger, and the gun was pointed steadily at Lin Lang's forehead. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

"You bragging fellow, do you think I dare not shoot?"

Zhao Lanshan gritted her teeth and spoke word by word, her voice full of rage and ferocity.

Lin Lang was not afraid at all. He raised a provocative smile and put his forehead to the muzzle of the gun arrogantly: "Go ahead, shoot. If you really have the courage to shoot and kill people, then I will consider letting you join my harem."

Zhao Lanshan's right hand holding the gun trembled slightly. Anger and reason were fighting fiercely in her heart. She looked at Lin Lang with anger and said coldly: "Are you really ignorant of life and death, or have you taken too many drugs?"

Lin Lang looked carefree, with a hint of cynicism in his eyes. He spoke slowly, "My mind is clear and my body is healthy."

"Miss Zhao, you have such a hot temper. You'd better be careful not to get married in the future. If you beat me to death, which man will dare to marry you in the future?"

Lin Lang's tone was relaxed and casual, as if the person pointing the gun at him was not the decisive and murderous eldest daughter of Taicheng Group, but an ordinary little girl with a bad temper.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Lanshan was instantly enraged. Her originally fair face turned pale with anger, her chest heaved violently, and the anger in her eyes seemed to burn Lin Lang.

The thugs following Zhao Lanshan had long been furious at Lin Lang's arrogance. Seeing this, they gripped the knives in their hands even tighter. Their knuckles turned white from the force, and the blades flashed a cold light under the light.

They were like a pack of hungry wolves, staring at Lin Lang with eager eyes. As long as Zhao Lanshan gave the order, they would pounce on him without hesitation and stab Lin Lang to death with their knives.

Zhao Lanshan took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the emotions surging in her heart, but Lin Lang's nonchalant look still made her completely out of control.

She gritted her teeth, her gun-holding hand trembling slightly with anger, the muzzle of the gun pressed firmly against Lin Lang's forehead, and said angrily, word by word, "You have successfully provoked my murderous intent. Today, you must die!"

"But before you die, I'd like to hear what your last words are."

At this moment, Zhao Lanshan exuded a biting coldness all over her body, and her aura was so strong that it made people feel scared.

Lin Lang, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He tilted his head, with a faint smile on his face, pretending to be in deep thought.

After a moment, a hint of madness flashed across Lin Lang's eyes, and he said loudly: "I don't have anything to say about my last words."

"Because I am extremely lucky. I am born with good fortune. The gun in your hand is no different from a toy in my eyes. It can't kill me at all!"

Lin Lang looked so confident, as if life and death were already under his control.

After hearing this, Zhao Lanshan sneered, her smile full of sarcasm and disdain: "You think the gun in my hand is a toy gun, right?"

As Zhao Lanshan finished speaking, the air around them seemed to freeze. The atmosphere was extremely tense and a bloody conflict seemed to be imminent.

Lin Lang's unscrupulous gaze roamed freely over the beautiful but hot-tempered Zhao Lanshan, his eyes full of undisguised amusement.

At this moment, Lin Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a sly smile on his face, and that smile seemed to hide countless cunning calculations.

"Miss Zhao, how about we play something interesting? Let's make a bet. I'll give you three chances to shoot."

"If these three shots jam and fail to kill me, then it will be enough to prove that I am the son of destiny chosen by heaven, and even the heavens are protecting me."

"When the time comes, you will be my little wife obediently. Do you dare to accept this bet?"

After saying this, Lin Lang deliberately shook his hair in an exaggerated manner, looking as if he was sure of winning, as if the outcome of this bet had already been determined.

When Zhao Lanshan heard these absurd words, she was stunned at first, and then burst into a sharp sneer.

The laughter was full of sarcasm and anger, as if mocking Lin Lang's arrogance.

Zhao Lanshan's beautiful eyes widened as she glared at Lin Lang fiercely. The anger in her eyes seemed to devour him: "Are you kidding me?"

The carefree smirk on Lin Lang's face suddenly stopped, and he replied seriously: "Do you think I look like I'm joking?"

Zhao Lanshan couldn't help but sneered, "You have one leg already in the coffin. I'm going to shoot you in the head and you're going to report to the King of Hell. Do you think I'll play this childish trick with you?"

"Just based on you, you also want me to be your little wife?"

The veins on Zhao Lanshan's hands bulged as she gripped the gun. At this moment, she wished she could pull the trigger immediately and make Lin Lang pay for his wild words.

Lin Lang narrowed his eyes and smiled falsely: "Wife, please don't be angry. Anger is harmful to your health. I would be heartbroken if you get sick from anger!"

"You...you are determined to die. No wonder I am sending you to your death."

Zhao Lanshan gritted her teeth. The anger in her heart was completely ignited by Lin Lang's smooth talk. She angrily pointed the gun at Lin Lang's forehead with her right hand and pulled the trigger.

However, the next scene shocked everyone at the scene of the conflict.

Zhao Lanshan pulled the trigger angrily, but the expected loud bang did not happen. There was only a dry, short "click", as if the gear slipped at the critical moment and was stuck.

The sound of a revolver bullet jamming was like the last sigh of a dying person, followed by endless silence.

The thugs from the Taicheng Group in the hotel room all thought that Lin Lang was dead, but they never expected that the bullet would actually jam. They were all shocked by this incredible scene. "

"Uh...how is this possible?" Zhao Lanshan looked at the revolver in her hand, her eyes widened in shock.

You don't have to guess to know that it was Lin Lang who used his mental superpowers to do this again.

Lin Lang had a smug smirk on his face, and he looked like he deserved a beating: "Wife, do you really want to murder your husband and take my life?"

Zhao Lanshan was ashamed and angry at Lin Lang's brazen remarks in front of his men. She glared at Lin Lang and said angrily, "The probability of a revolver jamming when firing a single shot should be at least less than 1%."

"You are really lucky that I didn't kill you with one shot. I don't believe you will be lucky with the next shot."

After saying that, Zhao Lanshan pointed the gun at Lin Lang's forehead again and pulled the trigger.

The revolver's originally neat firing action was replaced by a dull "click", like the reluctant creaking of an old wooden door, which was particularly abrupt in the silence.

"Oh..."

There was an uproar in the hotel room. The thugs from the Taicheng Group at the scene were all shocked by this weird scene, and their pupils were dizzy. They couldn't help but let out an instinctive cry of surprise.

"Fuck, how is this possible?"

"Isn't this guy too damn weird?"

Zhao Lanshan, who was used to big scenes, was also shocked and stood there in a daze, staring at the revolver in his hand that seemed to be cursed, his mind full of question marks.

Zhao Lanshan couldn't understand why the pistol, which had never gone wrong before, failed twice at this critical moment.

Lin Lang crossed his arms and smiled wickedly, "Wife, you fired two shots in a row, but both bullets jammed and failed to hurt me. You should now believe that I am the son of destiny and blessed by God, right?"

Lin Lang's tone was as if he was stating a very ordinary matter, and the smugness on his face was almost written on his forehead.

Zhao Lanshan gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"I don't know why you are so unlucky. I couldn't kill you with two shots, but I believe that with the third shot, you would be covered in blood."

As she spoke, Zhao Lanshan clenched the pistol again and put her finger on the trigger. This time, her hand trembled slightly with anger and unwillingness.

After hearing this, Lin Lang made a disgusted expression and complained: "Wife, you are so cruel. When we have a baby in the future, how will you educate the child?"

"You can't start teaching our children to shoot when they're 3 years old, right?"

"You will be a mother in the future, so can't you be gentler to your future husband?"

These words were like sparks dropped into a powder keg. Zhao Lanshan was completely enraged. Her eyebrows were raised and she said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense here. Today, I will make you lose your life because of your bad mouth."

After saying that, Zhao Lanshan pulled the trigger with all her strength. This time, she placed almost all her hopes on this shot, vowing to kill Lin Lang with a headshot.