Tang Xueli was extremely taken aback. "You…aren't dead?"
Lu Shaoming curled up his thin maroon lips and had an easygoing smile on his face as he said, "I know that President Tang has been eyeing my wife, so I don't dare to die before you."
Zhou Yao held the submachine gun in his hand as he pointed on Tang Xueli's head. "Retreat."
Tang Xueli and his subordinates all retreated to the grass patch.
They looked at their surroundings carefully. They were surrounded from all directions, and elite forces soldiers dressed in camouflage gear were surrounding them. They were members of the Flaming Forces Elite team that made others look on in awe and fear their presence, and Zhou Yao was leading the team.
Zhou Zhilei saw Lu Shaoming. Her muddled and unclear eyes quickly had a glow in them. "Ming…Ming…" She could not say the words any longer. "Older Brother" Her vocal cords had already been damaged to a great extent.
