A companion was killed right beside them, and the rest of the close attendants all lifted their heads, shocked as they looked at the handsome man who fired the gun. "Mr. Muo, have you gone mad?!"
Mo Shiche retracted the hand holding the gun, lightly blew on the smoking barrel, and said with narrowed eyes, "He said something he shouldn't have."
A close attendant also drew his gun, angrily exclaiming, "What did he say?!"
"He said he wanted to screw Sheng Tang," Mo Shiche's dark pupils swept over them, his eyes carried a slight curve, but his gaze was extremely cold, "And you, seems like you all said so as well?"
"So what if we said it, you are only fake married to Sheng Tang, it's not like you haven't screwed her before... bang bang bang."
Several gunshots rang out in succession.
Mo Shiche's movements were extremely quick, so fast that they had no chance to prepare or react before they were shot in the head and fell.
