Rain hurriedly staggered forward, hugging Nael's arm tightly with both hands. He is really capable of anything. Rain blocked her body in front of Yves, "Don't, don't..."
Nael looked down at her, a few wisps of white smoke were still emitting from the black muzzle of the gun, his face was gloomy, "Why?"
"Nael, let him go, I won't run away, can I trade my freedom for his life?" Rain tightly held her arm with both hands, seeing that he didn't speak, she was afraid that he would not agree, then shook his body vigorously, "Can it be, can it be?!"
"Rain," the man narrowed his evil eyes, "Is your freedom not valuable?"
Rain heard that the only hope in her heart turned into despair. Yves tried to move his fingers, but he was sweating profusely from the pain. This hand was probably really usele
