The white man fell stiffly to the ground, his eyes staring blankly.
Until the moment he died, he never knew why he had to die.
Junior and his men were also stunned in place at this point.
They didn't know what had happened either; the white man's gun had been pointed at Xiao Chen, so why...
Had the white man died?
And shot between the eyebrows, no less?
At the whole dock, only Xiao Chen understood what had happened.
Xiao Chen, with his hands behind his back, still had a smile on his face, exuding an indescribable composure and calmness.
"You... you brought people with you?"
After all, Junior was a mob boss, so he reacted a bit quicker, immediately sensing something was amiss.
Xiao Chen just smiled and didn't speak, instead he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
"Hoo..."
Xiao Chen blew out a ring of smoke, then suddenly stretched out his hand.
