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These numbers swirled through Teng Hualong's mind.
His head was full of question marks, his face utterly bewildered.
His expression gradually darkened.
Yet A Jia was still speaking onstage, though to Teng Hualong, it sounded like an incomprehensible scripture.
Far from the stadium.
Atop a water tower on a high-rise building.
A man dressed in black nightwear held an MK12 sniper rifle fitted with a suppressor.
Through his scope, the black crosshairs were precisely aimed at A Jia's head.
He shook his head slightly. "Tsk, tsk. Such lofty words, such orderly work arrangements. What a pity, Comrade Zhang Tianjia. Your business rivals hired me to kill you. Of course, I do sympathize with you. But who told you to become such a towering tree that catches the wind? They can't beat you fairly, so they can only resort to dirty tricks."
"Look at you, still so serious. Too bad the work you're assigning can only be inspected in the underworld."
He licked his lips, his finger brushing the trigger as he muttered, "One shot, ten million. Then if I find that Emperor San, it'll be fifty million!"
Click.
Bang!
He pulled the trigger. The gun fired!
After the smoke cleared.
The sniper looked through the scope and saw nothing but a field of white!
Hm?
He pulled his eye away from the scope and looked ahead.
A man in a white shirt stood before him with his hands behind his back, gazing down at the scene within the stadium.
???
The sniper looked through the scope again and realized that the glaring patch of white was an enlarged view of that white shirt!
!!!
Bang!
Without another word, the sniper fired again!
He raised his head and looked forward once more!
The man in white had not moved. The