Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

What does he want to do?

This was the thought in everyone’s mind.

Dong Feifei understood what he had in mind, shaking her head continuously, retreating backward, ”Brother Yimo, don’t kill me, don’t kill me. Her injury has nothing to do with me, really. Brother Yimo is so kind...”

What’s happening?

What does Feifei mean, that Little Mo wants to shoot her?

Impossible.

Besides, you can’t just carry a gun around now. Little Mo has already retired from the military district and doesn’t have the right to a gun, so this must be fake, just a toy.

No one believed this was true, but Dong Feifei believed it—believed it enough to be scared.

Because his eyes were cold, and within that coldness was a killing intent, a bloodthirsty vibe that made her entire body feel fear.

Bo Yimo chuckled lightly, his voice very soft, ”I’ve never been a good person.”

As long as his darling was willing, he could go against the whole world.

After speaking, he cruelly pulled the trigger.

He was holding a silenced gun, so only Dong Feifei’s scream was heard as the blood spurted from her chest and she fell directly onto the ground.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

It wasn’t until Dong Feifei lay in a pool of blood that everyone reacted.

Mrs. Dong lost her dignified appearance and screamed, ”Someone, get someone here, call an ambulance.”

In his fury, Mr. Dong wanted to go up and hit him, but was stopped by Little Nine.

”Little Mo, Little Mo, you’re really too much! I won’t let this go without a proper explanation!”

Amid the chaos, Bo Yimo stood tall like a pine tree, speaking calmly, ”Uncle Dong, she deserved it.”

Just moments ago everything was fine, now she’s lying unconscious in a blood pool, and the perpetrator said something like that, making everyone shudder. How cruel, treating human life as worthless.

”You!” Mr. Dong was too angry to speak.

Bo Yimo chuckled, ”Uncle Dong, she won’t die. It didn’t hit any vital organs. Back then, my darling almost couldn’t wake up. This is already lenient.”

Compared to the suffering his darling endured, this was nothing; even a thousand deaths wouldn’t be enough.

Because his darling was a million times better, none could compare.

At this point, Mr. Dong was speechless.

After all, it was their mistake first. But even so, you shouldn’t just shoot someone.

This wouldn’t make sense anywhere!

And besides, she’s just a woman, not even dead, just hospitalized for a few days. Was it necessary to hurt Feifei for her? Could that woman’s life compare to Feifei’s?

Bo Yimo nonchalantly said, ”Oh, right, just now Miss Dong attempted to pounce on me. I was afraid she might have ill intentions, so it was a subconscious act, considered self-defense.”

Everyone: ...

Everyone was at a loss for words for a moment, stunned by his statement. Even Little Nine had nothing to say — you almost shot their daughter, and now she’s in critical condition, yet you claim it’s self-defense? That’s a bit much.

What pouncing with ill intentions? Everyone could see she wanted to get close to you, how did it turn into ill intentions?

And wasn’t the timing for your self-defense a bit delayed? You decided on self-defense long after she was kicked away?

The young master’s shamelessness reached new heights.

But this level of shamelessness was noteworthy, couldn’t help but commend it.

The living room was in chaos, the sound of an ambulance drew near from afar.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, ”What’s happening?”