"Bang!!"
The deafening gunshot echoed in the soundproofed living room. This time, the bullet smoothly left the chamber, turning the young man's upper body into a blood-red dahlia that almost covered two-thirds of the living room floor.
Sun Hang glanced at the middle-aged woman kneeling dumbfounded by the corpse and put away the handgun.
He was a man of clear grudges, Lu Hongming deserved to die, his son was an accomplice and deserved to die as well... As for his wife, that was none of Sun Hang's business... When Lu Hongming's crimes over the years were exposed, someone would naturally deal with her.
Sun Hang never thought of acting for the greater good; he simply wanted personal revenge.
Just as Sun Hang was preparing to leave, the middle-aged woman suddenly lunged forward, pulling out a fruit knife from the fruit tray on the table, plunging it straight toward Sun Hang's back!
