The man with moles glanced at Little Fan Wushuang. He thought that she was knocked unconscious and did not hesitate to say out loud, "It's a pity that we can't take the girl and her mother. With their looks, we can make a lot of money off them by selling them to traffickers."
"F*ck you!" Fan Lei cursed as he glared at the man. Even if it hurt, he still cursed out loud at him. If he could, he would have punched the man. Whoever was behind this intended to kill everyone in the car. What had his daughter done to these b*stards?! She was only 10 years old!
The man with moles ignored Fan Lei's curse. Instead, he merely smirked as he said, "President Fan, I doubt you never thought that someone like you could die such a horrible death huh?"
Fan Lei glared at him before he coughed out another mouthful of blood.
