I’d Rather Take A Bullet Than A Knife

In the year when I trusted Jiang Rang the most, he betrayed me. He pointed a gun at me, its dark muzzle aimed straight at my face. “Ji Huaichuan, the biggest regret of my life is sleeping with you.” My gaze darkened, a hint of self-mockery flickered in my eyes. “Then make it quick.” As soon as I finished speaking, a bullet pierced my left shoulder, and I fell into the abyss of the deep sea. Later, at the largest establishment in the Golden Triangle, amidst the flashing lights and complex interplay of various forces, an inconspicuous undercover agent clenched his fists, staring intently at the man sitting in the center of the crowd—the very man he had thought about day and night for thre...