"Put the gun down! You can't kill him. If you shoot, we're all dead. I don't want to die; I want to live!"
Jason, his Mandarin broken and strained by pain, stammered out his words.
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Shawn's anger flared. "He's so close to me, how could I not kill him?"
Jason let out a bitter laugh, and with a 'splurt,' a mouthful of blood splattered from his lips, landing squarely on Shawn.
But Shawn had a knife at his throat and dared not move a muscle.
"He shattered my hand bones, shoulder blade, collarbone, and sternum with one punch!" Jason's face contorted in sheer agony. "He's too strong. That punch had at least two thousand pounds of force. Even the international underground boxing king, Janaba, is no match for him. If you fire, he'll kill you instantly. With j
