The gunfire in the villa finally ceased, and the Lai father and son knew what that meant, their faces turning pale in an instant.
From start to finish, the attack lasted less than five minutes.
The door to the study opened, and a burly blond Caucasian walked in, holding a photo that just showed the Lai father and son.
Wang Tu rushed out with a pistol, determined to take someone down with him even in death!
But before his eyes, the blond man crossed the two-meter distance as if appearing out of nowhere, snatched the gun with a swift move, and then with a chop of his hand, Wang Tu fainted to the ground.
Lai Xiaoming sat upright in the spacious mahogany chair, with Lai Tianming standing behind him. They understood that begging for mercy was useless, and would only bring humiliation upon themselves. Since the only outcome left was "death," they certainly wanted to uphold the dignity of their high-status family.
