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Crack~!
The crisp sound of bone friction echoed.
The burly man sitting on the sofa.
His neck twisted at an eerie angle, eyes bulging, and the pistol fell to the ground.
His body also slumped onto the sofa.
The man in the suit showed a look of terror, everything that had happened was too bizarre.
Chairman Cui was actually dead just like that.
He turned to run but found his body stiff in place as if he had lost control of his legs.
"Behave, you don't want to die here like this, do you?" Wu Heng spoke.
The man in the suit backed up to the sofa and sat next to the deceased body.
"Kondra, we are friends!"
"You're his interpreter?" Wu Heng asked.
"Secretary!"
"What's your name?"
The eyes of the man in the suit widened even further. "You're not Kondra."
"Answer the question." Wu Heng stared at him intently.
"Liu Minlong."
