"I'm sorry, Mr. Jin, I've disappointed you." Mohawk struggled to get up from the ground, looking somewhat dispirited, staring at Jon with a contemptuous and arrogant expression. He couldn't help but raise his handgun and pull the trigger at Jon repeatedly!
Click, click. If the magazine had not been empty, Jon would surely have been dead by now.
"Fxxk you! Jon! You're going to rot in jail for the rest of your life! I'll have someone take good care of you inside!" Mohawk cursed with hatred.
Then he immediately tried to curry favor with the General Sect Leader, "Mr. Jin! He's embezzled so much money, he definitely hasn't spent it all. He must have hidden the rest! Maybe it's in the apartment he rented. When I went to the apartment last time, I saw a safe on the second floor, it definitely contains the ledger and cash! Ask these two models, they might know something."
"No! We don't know the combination!" The two Eastern Wu models turned pale with fright, terrified.
