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But in reality, just as Zhou Yiming had said, if someone who wasn't supposed to die ended up dead in this case, it would indeed complicate matters a lot.
And in that instant when the tape was ripped from the young man's mouth—
The young man's face twisted into a grimace as he sneered and stared straight at Chen Miao, "I'll remember your face. Miao, right? You just tried to kill me, didn't you?"
"Let me tell you something!"
"I'm from Jingjiu City!"
"If you fucking dare to touch me, believe it or not, I'll dig up and scatter your ancestors' graves?"
"Hurry up and untie me. If you kneel and apologize sincerely, maybe I can forgive you for even thinking about killing me."
"..."
Chen Miao's lips twitched slightly, and that moment of hesitation in his heart vanished in an instant. He tilted his head and licked his dry lips, which hadn't touched water in a long time, placed the Thompson submachine gun against the young man's forehead, and smiled.
The next second—
"Ratatat!"
