He turned around and saw the people behind him. Their smiles were uglier than their tears.
When he stretched out his finger, he felt his eyes darken. His hand was still in the air, but he had already fallen to the ground.
Lei Qingyi shook her head. Don’t blame me. If you want to blame me, blame me. You guys were unlucky. You deserved to walk this path, and you deserved to be buried here.
Inside, just as brother Hua took out the switchblade in his hand and was about to kill someone, a gun was already pressed against his temple.
The target of their assassination also stood up. He was smiling. His smile was very relaxed. He did not feel like his bones had been withered, and he almost felt like he was about to die.
If brother Hua still did not know what had happened to him, then he was really too stupid.
