"Dead?"
Inside the Mercedes, Wu Zhong looked at Zhuang Zhuoyue, who was collapsed on the ground, his face turning pale. A gun, this bald guy actually had a gun.
"Elder Tian, Young Master Zhuang has been killed."
Wu Zhong's expression was grim as he turned his head to look at Elder Tian.
Elder Tian's eyes, which were slightly closed, suddenly snapped open, brimming with a substantial, icy killing intent. That gaze made Wu Zhong shiver uncontrollably.
Bang~!
Elder Tian extended his old leg and kicked open the closed car door. In a flash, he was out of the Mercedes.
"Manager Fang, are you okay?"
The bald man, looking into the car at Fang Yun, asked with concern.
"I'm fine."
Fang Yun shook her head, her pretty face suddenly changing as she looked behind the bald man.
"Baldy, watch out!"
Fang Yun quickly pushed open the car door, shouting urgently.
