Ji Fengmian's face turned cold. "I think if you die, your wife will definitely live with your son."
"Old Wang! Is this woman the person you're looking for?"
Just as Ji Fengmian finished speaking, a rough voice sounded from afar.
Everyone looked over and saw Ji Qing's hands being clasped by a tall and strong man. She staggered over, her pale face covered in tears.
The distance between Chu Boyang's eyebrows shortened.
The tall and strong man was holding a pistol and pressing it against Ji Qing's temple.
"Brother Chen! Why are you here?"
"Cut the crap! We're brothers. I'm not a treacherous coward who will let you fend for yourself."
Wang Chengwei looked at the man excitedly. "Brother Chen, actually you don't have to…"
The man called Brother Chen couldn't be bothered to talk to Wang Chengwei anymore. He stared at Chu Boyang and the others and said fiercely,
"Move aside! Otherwise, don't blame me for firing!"
