He had already instructed his confidants that after his death, they should cut off his head, soak it in a formalin jar, and send it to Lu Xiaoyou.
She would carry his head as her trophy and set foot on Rhode Island.
She would astonish the world and shine brightly on Rhode Island.
The gunshot rang out, and Long Yinxiao was knocked down onto the sofa by old William, the gun falling from his hand, the bullet piercing through his thigh.
Blood spurted out, and he shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"
The elderly man directly knelt in front of him, "Second Master, I've watched you grow up since you were small, I just ask you to die after me, okay?!"
Old William had long been accustomed to Long Yinxiao's capricious nature; he wasn't the least bit surprised when Yinxiao suddenly pointed a gun at his own temple.
But how could he stand idly by and watch Long Yinxiao blow his own brains out with a gun?
"Let me go! Let go!" The man grew violent.
