"Yang Jian, stop!"
A desperate shout rang out.
The one trying to stop Yang Jian was Zhang Han. In his view, Yang Jian might not care about living, but he did.
He really did not want Yang Jian to ruin this deal.
However, Zhang Han was willing but powerless. He simply had no ability or means to stop Yang Jian. In his current state, he could not even use the power of a Fierce Ghost. And if he went up and tried to pull him away, who knew whether that lunatic Yang Jian would turn around and put a bullet in him?
Bang!
But the gunshot still rang out.
It echoed across the fields on both sides of the road.
There was no imagined scene of a head bursting apart and blood splattering everywhere.
The bullet passed through Wu Yue's forehead and landed on the road behind him, leaving behind a bullet hole.
"Hm?"
Yang Jian frowned and raised his gun again.
But a voice suddenly rang out. "Someone will take responsibility for this, but it won't be Wu Yue. I was the one who had the files deleted. Wu Yue was only acting on the company's behalf. In principle, he did nothing wrong."
At that moment, a group of unusual people strode over from beside the RV.
Leading them was an ordinary-looking young man in a white lab coat, around twenty-five years old, accompanied by several security guards.
Wu Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of them.
Without making preparations, he really would not have felt at ease dealing with Yang Jian. Now, he was definitely safe.
"Yang Jian, you didn't expect this, did you?" He forced out a smile, though his body was still trembling.
"You saved Wu Yue from that far away. That