Zhong Qing gritted his teeth and started to smash the pot. He shouted hysterically, "Fire!"
"Do you think I don't dare?"
"Go on, shoot your only family member! Then you can proudly proclaim, Zhong Baitao, that you killed your only brother for Zheng Xueyun! After you die, you can lie on the ground and tell Dad and Mom you personally opened fire on them! You are the hero of the Xingwu Gang! Go ahead, hero. What are you waiting for? If you're afraid of the title "brother killer," you can also tell the others of the Xingwu Gang. You can see whether they think you're selfless or not. You can do it!" Zhong Qing turned his head to stare at Zhong Baitao.
Zhong Baitao's left hand trembled more violently. For a moment, Zhong Baitao collapsed to the ground. He seemed to become a teenager instantly. Zhong Baitao leaned against the wall, his arms limp on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes.
