"That's right." Arfen Finch chuckled lightly, "Leng Xiaoxie, I admire you, but unfortunately, our paths are different, and we can't work together. You're Buddha, I'm a demon; we can't be friends, only enemies. If you want to save everyone, you must first descend into Hell."
He casually waved his left hand.
"Now, raise your right hand, point the gun at your own head, and pull the trigger. I'll take Iria Lindsay with me, and I guarantee no one else in the Hospital will be harmed. Otherwise..." He laughed sinisterly, "Bang—everyone dies together!"
Leng Xiaoxie nodded, "Seems fair!"
"I'm always fair, and I don't want to harm too many innocents. As for you, with so many lives on your hands, you deserve to die anyway."
"That does make some sense," Leng Xiaoxie chuckled, "But unfortunately, I don't want to die!"
"Unfortunately, it's not up to you!"
Arfen Finch suddenly raised his left hand, pulling out a spare gun from his body, rudely aiming at Leng Xiaoxie and pulling the trigger.
