It was the first time I had seen someone kill himself right in front of me.
Blood sprayed almost straight into my face.
The bodyguard had not hesitated in the slightest when he killed himself.
The pungent smell of blood made me retch, and the sheer visual shock almost suffocated me.
I knew Li Xiumei must have taken control of his mind.
Just then, a sudden glow lit up the scene.
I looked up and saw a talisman held between Zhao Laoqi's fingers. It had begun to burn.
He seemed to be trying to deal with Li Xiumei.
Song Xiaotian joined the short batons together again and, without the slightest hesitation, swung at Zhao Laoqi's hand.
Zhao Laoqi screamed, and the talisman in his hand went out on the spot.
Sensing the threat, the dark shadow moved straight toward Zhao Laoqi.
Dimly, I saw the shadow send Zhao Laoqi flying. I had no idea whether he was dead.
"Run! What are you still staring at?"
Song Xiaotian ran over, grabbed Meng Yifan and me, and pulled us along.
He did not head for the elevators, but ran toward the emergency stairwell instead.
We raced downstairs, and Meng Yifan was overjoyed. "Brother Tian, you were just putting on an act back there?"
Song Xiaotian glared at him. "You idiot! I'm not Zhao Laoqi!"
Despite cursing him out, Song Xiaotian did not hold it against Meng Yifan. He knew Meng Yifan was not much of a schemer.
Clearly, when he had stepped out earlier, he had not actually intended to side with Du Ruhai.
If he had really intended to side with Du Ruhai, he would definitely have told him where in the car Du Mingyang's ashes were when he handed over the keys.
I had put Du Mingyang's ashes under the