“As for the two brothers who left...”
Liu Pingshan’s smile was a little sinister, his face was completely unrecognizable as he said, “We were already prepared when we entered the battlefield! If they died, Nan Yuan would receive 300,000 yuan in compensation, and the Great Xia Manor would receive another 200,000 yuan, 500,000 yuan... in addition to us brothers making up for it, the reward for meritorious service this time would be another million yuan in their hands!”
“It’s such a pity for Xiao Chen, he’s still young... that old Sly Zhou, he’s not at a loss!”
Captain Liu grimaced, unable to say whether he was laughing or crying. His face was stained with blood, and his smile was twisted.
Xiao Chen was dead. The young wind constable who had been talking to Su Yu in the car was the first to be killed.
He was the first to discover the other party, hiding on the roof of the small courtyard’s storeroom.
