Bowing his head to look at Zhao Jianlong's reddening face, veins bulging and emerging.
Chen Feng said in a deep tone, "Councilman Zhao, which kind do you think you are?"
Pangs of fear kept flashing in his mind, and he slightly loosened his grip.
Director Zhang, Xiang Jianjun, and the others all frowned, not understanding what he was trying to do.
But, sensing the sliver of a chance for survival he offered, Zhao Jianlong coughed several times, finally managing to catch a breath.
"Cough cough... I... I....."
In his hesitation, he gritted his teeth.
"Let me go..."
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking, the neck snapped, Zhao Jianlong's eyes bulged.
"The weak do not deserve to live."
As the somber words hit the ground, Director Zhang's eyes widened, followed by an outburst of rage.
"You!!!"
Bang bang bang bang bang!!
Bullets flew!
Large caliber rifles, long-range sniper rifles!
Countless bullets came, and the ting-ting noise was piercing to the ear.
