The gun made a crisp sound, and the shadow spread across Su Changxing's face.

Su Changxing pointed the muzzle of the gun at the fleshy face, and said, "Have you figured it out? If you don't speak, I will treat it as your rejection."

Death can't threaten everyone, especially for an existence like the dean. Would people who have died still be afraid of death?

Su Changxing didn't know, because he had never died, and he didn't know what death was like.

Just when Su Changxing was about to pull the trigger.

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