Red Ming stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, and at this moment he strongly felt the coming of death, and a voice in his heart shouted: "Run! Run away! If you don't run away, you will die!"

The muscles in his whole body tensed, as if he could burst out with great power in the next second. But as if he was hypnotized, no matter how loud his inner voice shouted, he still didn't dare to move.

Huge fear overflowed the desire to survive, and Red Name's thinking stopped instantly.

The white man in a black suit raised his gun at Red Name and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Don't kill him!"

Suddenly, a voice shouted, and the white man's wrist shifted a little angle at the moment of shooting, and the bullet that had been flying towards the red name's head immediately changed its original trajectory and skimmed his ear.

The sharp pain finally activated his mind, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a single syllable. He touched the wound on his ear, felt the temperature of his blood, and the feeling of escaping death was real.

"I ...... Not dead?" Red Name's heart suddenly swelled with an infinite desire to survive.

Ignoring the pain of the wound, he knelt down hard, tears mixed with blood dripping on the cold ground.

"Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me...... I don't want to die! I really don't want to die! Don't kill me!" Red Names trembled and raised his hands, rubbing them back and forth.

"Oh, what are you doing here?" a voice rang out, his tone full of disappointment, "so spineless, you're really—so bad! so spineless!"

Redname slowly looked up, and a familiar figure stood next to a white man in a black suit, shaking his head at him.

"Don't ask for help, I won't kill you, you're still useful. The middle-aged man said as he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"You...... You ......" Red Name couldn't think of why the previous ordinary middle-aged man would be in league with these murderous foreigners.

"Don't kneel, come here, young man, you have a favor you need to help us. The middle-aged man pressed the brim of his hat and nodded to the white man.

The white man approached Redname, grabbed him by the collar and went upstairs.

"What are you going to do...... I...... Please, let me go......" Red Name struggled desperately, this action caused the white man's impatience, he raised the muzzle of the gun against Red Name's head, and Red Name immediately quieted down.

Coming to the entrance of the venue, the middle-aged man grabbed the short hair of the red name tightly, forcing him to face himself.

"Don't be afraid, do us a favor, we'll pay you handsomely—that's a lot more than you can make by working part-time to distribute flyers!" the middle-aged man smiled exaggeratedly, and his well-defined lips resembled Rembrandt's sketch style.

At close range, Red Names observed the eyes of a middle-aged man for the first time, and the dark brown eyes on the opposite side were covered by the heavy shadow of the hat, and the light reflected on the pupils was as sharp as a blade.

"You ...... What are you going to do?"

Redname was completely distracted, and the cold gun was attached to the back of his head, constantly reminding him of the extremely dangerous situation he was in.

"Don't be in a hurry, I'll tell you later. The middle-aged man pushed the red name into the venue.