"Bang!!"
A gunshot rang out.
Li Yang's body lay on the ground, his head blown apart by a single shot. The place where the bullet had pierced his left eye was nothing but a mass of flesh and blood.
Blood sprayed from the back of his head, scattering into a mist.
Though he was dead, his right eye was still fixed straight on Wang Jinbao.
Wang Jinbao was scared out of his wits. Who could have known that just a moment ago, those three men had been laughing as they went off to find women and relieve themselves, only to return without saying a word and shoot Li Yang dead?
Wang Jinbao's pupils widened. His legs trembled as he knelt on the ground, while beads of sweat rolled down his face.
The corners of his mouth twitched as he stared at Scarface in terror.
"Brother Scarface, what happened? Why are you suddenly angry?"
He had been standing close to Li Yang, so his face was now covered in blood.
But he didn't dare raise a hand to wipe it away. "Brother Scarface, what's wrong? Did Li Yang do something wrong?"
Seeing his cowardly expression, Scarface sneered.
"Wang Jinbao, looks like you've lived long enough, just like your brother here! How dare you harbor ulterior motives against us!
"That Li Jie's family had guns. Why didn't you tell us?
"Huang Si is dead. I think you want to die too!"
Wang Jinbao hurriedly kowtowed, his whole body trembling.
"What? That woman Li Jie actually had guns hidden in her house? Was she a drug dealer? I didn't know! I really didn't know!"
"Brother Scarface, I swear, I swear I didn't do it on purpose! I had no idea that ugly woman had guns in her house!
"She looked like an ordinary