Chapter 216: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 60

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

The anger in Lin Hao's heart erupted like a volcano, uncontrollable.

Ding Yao struggled to open her mouth, trying to make a sound to explain, but because her neck was being choked, she could only emit a "hiss-hiss" sound of airflow. Lin Hao looked at Ding Yao's pained appearance, and the rationality in his heart recovered slightly; he slowly loosened his hand. Ding Yao immediately collapsed onto the sofa, coughing violently, gasping for breath in great gulps.

Lin Hao forcibly endured the rage in his heart and said through gritted teeth: "You had better give me a reasonable explanation for why you did this."

Ding Yao rubbed her neck, which had been choked red, raised her head to look at Lin Hao; the self-satisfaction in her eyes had vanished, replaced by viciousness: "Mr. Lin, don't get angry first. I did this for the sake of our plan..."

As she spoke, Ding Yao slowly stood up. She tidied her somewhat disheveled bathrobe, feigned a nonchalant look, and walked toward the wine cabinet nearby.

The wine cabinet displayed all kinds of precious foreign liquors; under the lights, the bottles refracted dazzling brilliance. Ding Yao seemingly casually took a bottle of foreign liquor, then picked up two wine glasses from the side, as if wanting to ease this tense atmosphere that was nearly frozen, preparing to pour drinks for the two of them.

Lin Hao's gaze fixed tightly on Ding Yao, his eyes still full of anger and vigilance; his hands slightly clenched into fists, his body taut, constantly on guard against any unexpected move from Ding Yao.

However, just at the moment he was slightly distracted, Ding Yao took advantage of his inattention and swiftly reached her hand into the drawer beneath the wine cabinet.

Ding Yao's movements were extremely agile; in the blink of an eye, a pitch-black, gleaming pistol appeared in her hand. She abruptly turned around; the ingratiating expression on her face had long since vanished, replaced by a ruthless and determined look. The dark muzzle pointed straight at Lin Hao.

Lin Hao looked at the dark muzzle in Ding Yao's hand; his expression remained calm, not showing excessive surprise.

After all, from the very beginning, he and Ding Yao had a relationship of mutual exploitation; each harbored their own thoughts and purposes. Reaching this current sword-drawn, bow-bent standoff seemed to have been within expectations.

Lin Hao slowly stood up, gazing straight at Ding Yao, and asked in a calm tone: "You want to kill me?"

The corners of Ding Yao's mouth curled up, pulling out a bewitching smile; yet that smile carried threads of chill. She said leisurely: "You are the murderer who killed Lei Gong. I kill you to avenge Lei Gong; then my position will only become more secure. Those in the gang who still harbor doubts about me will also be completely convinced. This is truly a multi-win good deed."

Lin Hao, however, seemed to have heard a joke; he gave a faint cold laugh, then said: "Let me show you something." As he spoke, he made a move to put his hand into his pocket.

Seeing this, Ding Yao instantly tensed up. She subconsciously gripped the gun in her hand tightly and shouted sternly: "Don't move! If you dare move recklessly again, I'll shoot!"

Lin Hao shook his head helplessly and hurriedly explained: "Ding Yao, don't be nervous. I'm not carrying a weapon; I just want you to see something. Rest assured, I don't want to lose my life here either."

Ding Yao's eyes were still full of vigilance, but she also knew that if Lin Hao truly wanted to harm her, he probably wouldn't act so openly. So she gritted her teeth and said: "Then move slowly. If you dare play any tricks, I absolutely won't show mercy!"

Lin Hao nodded, carefully put his hand into his pocket — in reality, he took out a small recorder from his spatial magic treasure.

He looked at Ding Yao, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, carrying a hint of having victory in hand, and pressed the play button.

In an instant, the previous conversation between Ding Yao and Lin Hao plotting to kill Lei Gong rang out from the recorder; every word was incomparably clear, reverberating in this silent room, like claps of thunder exploding.

Ding Yao's eyes widened, her face full of shock and disbelief. She never expected that Lin Hao had actually kept such a trump card. Instantly, her complexion turned gloomy, like the sky before a storm.

Lin Hao looked at Ding Yao's ugly expression and felt secretly pleased. He said leisurely: "As long as I don't return tonight, tomorrow someone will release this recording to the public. At that time, do you think you can still stay in the Sanlian Gang? Everything you've painstakingly built will all turn into bubbles and shadows."

Ding Yao's hand trembled slightly. She deeply knew that if this recording got out, the consequences would be unthinkable.

She had only managed to gain a foothold in the Sanlian Gang with great difficulty; if she were exposed because of this matter, those people in the gang absolutely would not let her off. She would fall into a hopeless abyss. At this moment, her heart was full of regret, regretting that she had been too impulsive just now, rashly pulling out a gun to threaten Lin Hao, yet never expecting to be caught by the handle by Lin Hao instead. But things had come to this; what could she do...