Yang held the gun in both hands and pointed at Chen Shi. His brows were scrunched together tightly, though it wasn’t clear whether it was due to tension or because of his poor eyesight.

Chen Shi said, "It doesn't make sense to shoot at this moment in time. It just increases your crimes."

Yang retorted, "Even if I die, I have to pull a policeman with me!"

Chen Shi smiled disdainfully. "Do you think I’m afraid of death? I have already died once and it isn’t scary. Only when I live will I feel pain and despair!"

"You... Are you really a policeman?" The thin man was still in disbelief.

"Kinda."

"What does that mean?"

"Don't change the subject!" Yang yelled and turned to Chen Shi. "Since you’re not afraid of death, then I’ll make you die!"

"Who are you trying to scare with a fake gun?" Chen said.

"Are you blind? This is real!"

"Then fire it....