It was impossible to say Zhang Zi'an wasn't afraid at that moment. At the end of the day, he was still a company employee, just one of the select few at the top.
Who the hell could truly make peace with death? Only people who had already given up on life.
Clearly, Zhang Zi'an thought his life was going very well.
As the men drew closer, Zhang Zi'an pressed an emergency alarm button on his phone.
The thugs surrounded the car. Zhang Zi'an could already make out their faces. They were all East Asian, and very likely Japanese.
Although the car doors were shut, that offered them no sense of security whatsoever.
Well, no fucking kidding. This wasn't a bulletproof car like Shen Bing's. Against their pistols, it was little better than paper.
A vicious-looking man in his forties stood outside the window, staring straight at Zhang Zi'an with a hint of mockery in his cold eyes.
Could these guys be Japanese gangsters? Fuck, I've heard gangs are actually legal here in Japan. What kind of fucking laws are those? Only a brain-dead idiot could come up with them, Zhang Zi'an cursed inwardly.
Just as Zhang Zi'an was worrying about what the man intended to do, the man raised his pistol and aimed straight at Zhang Zi'an's forehead through the glass.
Zhang Zi'an's heart jolted. He certainly didn't think the glass could stop a bullet.
He had thought they wanted to capture them alive. He hadn't expected them to go straight for the kill.
He had already triggered the alarm, but he had no idea whether help would arrive in time.
Facing death, Zhang Zi'an felt no regret. Even if he could start over, he would still have chosen to come to Japan and handle these matters personally. He simply