You think that saying a few good words will make Lv Yingyue let you off? Stop dreaming. Her mercy now is because she's full; she plans to save you trash for a slow kill later!
You think selling me out, losing some assets and market share, can make you act like nothing happened, and continue being top of the heap!
Dream on, you fool!"
"Stop it, Wen! It's over!"
The bleeding elder turned pale as he stood up angrily, "It's not just Central City; it's agreed among the Saints! If you keep this up, we can't protect you..."
Bang!
A heavy sound echoed.
Shang Tongwen mercilessly pulled the trigger, and the instant the gunfire rang out, the old man across the desk fell backward, landing in the chair.
Blood gushed from the hole on his forehead.
Finally, silence.
"Tch!"
Shang Tongwen, holding the gun, gazed coldly at the terrified face frozen in death and spat disdainfully.
"Protect me?"
