A bullet with hatred sprayed out from the dark muzzle, bursting into a spark and piercing the air.
Blood flowed out, and a figure fell to the ground.
"Ah! Lao Qiweng! I want you dead!"
Seeing Wu Guizhen, who blocked the gun for him at the critical moment, Su Ming's entire body radiated intense killing intent.
He pulled out a handgun from his waist and fired at Lao Qiweng.
This shot went straight through his forehead.
Once a legendary figure in his prime, the chairman of the Wendong Group, a figure admired by countless people.
The very Lao Qiweng who single-handedly created the prosperity of the Wendong Group.
Now, he was no longer breathing.
Yet, even in death, Lao Qiweng's face bore a chilling smile.
That smile seemed to say, even if I can't kill you, I want you to live with guilt for the rest of your life.
"Sister Zhen! Sister Zhen!"
Without any delay, Su Ming picked up Wu Guizhen and ran towards the hospital.
