Jiang Tong was still pointing her gun at Mao Songping, and she smiled. No one dared to move. Not only was Jiang Tong proficient in marksmanship, but she also seemed to have eyes on the back of her head.
"100 million, I'll give you 100 million! No, I'll add another 100 million!" Mao Songping raised the price again. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice was a lot hoarse, "Don't kill me. I'll add another 100 million no matter how much the other party pays you!" He was truly afraid. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he was. His speculation about Jiang Tong's identity as a killer made him extremely afraid. He even imagined that Jiang Tong would shoot him and then leave. None of his bodyguards dared to stop Jiang Tong.
