"Kneel down!" Wang Hao commanded coldly.
The bearded man didn't kneel. After all, he was a man of some status, how could he kneel so easily?
"Kneel down!" Wang Hao repeated.
Still, the bearded man didn't kneel, looking at Wang Hao with a defiant gaze as if to say, I just won't kneel, what can you do about it?
Wang Hao gave a cold smile, no longer speaking, but instead shot Guo Zixiang a look.
Guo Zixiang got the message, pulled out his gun, and fired two shots in the bearded man's legs.
"Bang, bang!"
Two more bloody holes appeared in the bearded man's legs, and this time, without Wang Hao's call, he knelt down stiffly.
Wang Hao frowned as he glanced at the female corpse again and said coldly, "Tell me, who sent you?"
"No one sent me!" The bearded man still clung to a sliver of hope, speaking defiantly.
"OK, so you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, right?"
Before his words had fallen, Wang Hao placed the dark muzzle of the gun right on the bearded man's forehead.
