When Ji Siyuan's people started to leave, one by one, even before he got the remote control. The once-crowded room now had only a handful of people left. Gu Chenye gave Bo Jingzhou a wink, asking him to distract Ji Siyuan, and took the opportunity to snatch the remote control away.

Firearms and ammunition are prohibited in the country, and the control over raw materials is also very strict, requiring multiple procedures. Even if Ji Siyuan could do it, the quantity should be limited.

Unless you want to die, who would dare risk their life betting on whether this is true or not?

As soon as Gu Chenye's eyes flashed, Ji Siyuan smiled and looked at him, but the smile on his face wasn't a real one. It was a gloomy warning: "Young Master Gu, I know what you're thinking, but you'd better not. I'm timid, what if I'm scared and tremble, accidentally pressing it? The consequences would be unimaginable."

"You had Jingzhou call Shen Wanci, just to watch them suffer from being separated and heartbroken. They're so pathetic, aren't they? Or maybe I should add some spice and make a call too?" He didn't seem afraid or anxious about being in danger at all; instead, he looked rather excited.

Ji Siyuan: "..."

Bo Jingzhou frowned, "If you don't want to go back and see an extra urn in your house, just shut up."

Ji Siyuan had already investigated all of his possible lodgings in Kyoto, especially this apartment building. He and Gu Chenye both believed that if Ji Siyuan were to leave, he would definitely choose this as a transit point. Therefore, they had thoroughly mapped out the surrounding area.

This is the third floor, and self-built houses are generally higher than commercial ones. Jumping from here, if you're lucky, you'll be disabled; if you're unlucky, you'll die.

He didn't want to drag Wanwan into this, nor did he want to implicate Gu Chenye. He could only try to calm Ji Siyuan's emotions first.

Judging by the current situation, this path is a dead end. He doesn't want to involve Wanwan, nor does he want to drag Gu Chenye and Bo Jingzhou into this mess, but in this situation,

"It's not necessarily so," Gu said with a careless expression.

“Let's make peace. Otherwise, she might have you burn me right here and scatter my ashes. You know how it is with ashes—they're a special case. Even tossing them in the river would require a whole elaborate process. Since Cheng Daizai is dead now, just burn me and bury me somewhere. Tell her the cemetery address, nothing too far, she hates walking.”

"......Bo Jingzhou could no longer bear it: "Can you please stop being so love-struck and show some respect for the bomb in this building?"

"Before I die, I have a few words to say. Lord Ji should understand, right?"

"If you really died, I'd make your ashes into a necklace and have Yan Ji wear it every day. That way, you could watch her eat, sleep, and date other men..."

"Tsk," Gu Chenye said disdainfully, "You're really a deviant. No wonder Shao Ji likes to play with you."

Hearing this, Ji Siyuan smiled even sweeter, "I love to hear what Young Master Gu says, but..."

The smile on his face suddenly vanished. He pressed a button on the remote control, and several loud bangs echoed outside, shaking the entire building. "Did you guys forget? Your lives are still in my hands?" He said softly, "Brother, I don't want to see you die, but if we die together, there's nothing left to care about."

He glanced at Gu Chenye: "Young Master Gu, could you please lend your phone to my brother?"

Bo Jingzhou's phone was taken from him after he fell unconscious. Before leaving Kyoto, he wasn't planning on giving it back. Of course, if he hadn't managed to leave in the end, the dead man wouldn't have been able to use his phone anyway.

Gu Chenye readily handed his phone to Bo Jingzhou, with a "I'm not happy, and neither are you" kind of attitude.

Bo Jingzhou clutched his phone, his face grim. “Ji Siyuan, this is between you and the Bo family. Don't drag innocent people into this. Let Chen Ye and his people leave. I'll stay and settle our scores.”

Ji Siyuan: “That won’t work, without Sister Wanwan, this play wouldn't be good. I like watching tragedies of separation, death, and painful choices. I give you five seconds to consider, brother or woman, choose one, or else I’ll choose for you.”

The atmosphere on the scene was tense.

The sky outside was a dark, oppressive gray. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, heavy and humid.

Bo Jingzhou clenched his phone tightly, his back teeth grinding together, staring into Ji Siyuan's eyes as if fire was about to burst forth: "Ji Siyuan…"

"Angry? Then I'll watch even more. Are you choosing Wanwan Sister, or Young Master Gu?"

Bao Jingzhou's pupils constricted and dilated rapidly, like a leopard cornered in a desperate situation. He exuded a palpable threat from head to toe, his tense body poised for action.

Five seconds passed in the blink of an eye. Just as Ji Siyuan was about to press the button, Bao Jingzhou said, "I'll call Wanwan."

He made Gu Chenye unlock his phone and skillfully entered a set of numbers. After a few beeps, the call went through. As if afraid that Ji Siyuan would back out, before anyone on the other end could speak, he eagerly said, "Wanwan, it's Bo Jingzhou..."

"There was no sound from over there."

Bo Jingzhou was afraid that Ji Siyuan would suspect him, so he pushed the phone forward, letting him see the screen clearly. "What do you want me to tell Wanwan?"

"Of course, let her come over. Alone. No one else allowed." Ji Siyuan looked out the window at the flashing police lights, his heart filled not with anxiety, but with excitement.

He would wait a while longer, until Shen Wanci arrived, and then he would press the button. With just a 'bang,' it would all be over.

He wanted Shen Wanci to see Bo Jingzhou die before her eyes again. This time, there would be no miracle.

Bo Jingzhou swallowed, took a deep breath and pursed his lips tightly. "Come see me…"

"Hello." The woman's voice, sudden and sharp, echoed in the room, but it wasn't coming from the phone Bo Jingzhou was holding. It was coming from Ji Siyuan's phone.

That was Shen Wanci's voice.

The air instantly thickened.

Bo Jingzhou stared at him, his whole body tense.

Ji Sichuan smiled and raised his phone, then lowered his eyelids with a hint of disappointment: "Brother, I knew you were going to lie to me. So I called her myself. Now tell Yelan, let her come over, or I'll detonate the bomb. Even if I can't see it with my own eyes, at least let her hear the sound."

Before this phone call, Shen Wanci and Qin Yuezhi were standing on the corridor outside Huo Tingdong's law firm, each with a cup of coffee, leaning against the railing at the edge of the corridor.

Not far away, the elevator door 'dinged', and none of them paid attention until Qin Heyi's voice rang out: "That useless Bo Jingzhou was caught again?"

As soon as he turned on the television today, the news was flooded with stories about Lu's illegal fundraising and Bo Jingzhou's disappearance.