The guards hesitated because of Onions' identity and didn't dare to shoot.
But Onions, overwhelmed by the fear of death, couldn't help but curse, insulting his family, which infuriated him to the point of pulling the trigger in anger!
"Bang!"
The bullet exited the chamber, instantly penetrating the back of Onions' head, taking his life!
...
Shangri-La Hotel, Presidential Suite.
On the bed, Ye Huan's face was dark as could be.
Half an hour ago, he and Liu Tianyun had returned to the suite.
They took turns taking a shower and went to bed.
But now, the sun was already high in the sky.
The dazzling sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains, shining onto their faces in the suite.
Ye Huan was fine; during the seven years in the Western Dark World, he had developed the skill to fall asleep in any environment.
It was Liu Tianyun who couldn't bear the sunlight. Even burying her head in the bedding, she couldn't sleep and kept turning over!
