"Boss, this shouldn't be happening!"
Zheng Tianxiang pleaded urgently, waving his hands.
He was already gravely ill, so if he died, he died.
But Lin Fan was so young—if he died here, wouldn't it be his fault?
"Mr. Zheng, you're already in deep trouble yourself, and now you're pleading for someone else?"
The burly man with a dark face looked disdainfully at Lin Fan.
Yet he noticed that Lin Fan was still sitting there.
With a calm and composed face, he watched him.
Even after the order was given, several of his men did not move.
The expected gunshot sounds did not occur.
"Are you all deaf or what, why is it so hard to kill one person!"
The burly man cursed disdainfully.
Even so, the men remained rigidly seated there.
Not only did they not react, but they didn't even blink.
"Stop yelling. Since ancient times, it's always been 'on nights of dark winds, a time for murder and arson'; to kill someone in broad daylight, of course, must be done silently."
