Guan Min lowered her head, her face full of horror.

A blood hole was gushing out of the lower abdomen.

How could it be?

how so?

It's obviously...a situation that must be won!

Guan Min's power seemed to pass with the blood.

"You... kill him!"

This is the last sentence Guan Min can shout.

Her voice was almost faint enough to be heard.

die?

Maybe not far from her.

There was endless fear in Guan Min's heart.

Why does Wang Hui have a gun?

Is he crazy?

Wang Hui slowly stood up and shocked everyone with a gun.

These gangsters are here to get money, not to sacrifice their lives.

The purple-haired little thunder is already half dead.

Song Qian is already dead.

Guan Min was shot in the abdomen and the injury could be mild or severe.

Who dares to touch Wang Hui’s bad temper now?

"Can you still leave?"

Wang Hui moved to Li Hao's side.

"able!"

Li Hao gritted his teeth and stood up shakingly. Wang Hui put his hand on his shoulder.

"Who's still here?"

Wang Hui tilted his head, gasped violently, and looked around the audience.

The maids looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward.

The two leading people tonight, Xiao Lei and Guan Min, were standing on the ground, and no one gave orders, who dared?

Or, who is tired of living? Go and touch Wang Hui's gun?

"No one comes up, we'll leave."

Wang Hui shivered in pain, and his palm was like being cut off.

Blood fell to the ground ticking.

He was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for a while.

Wang Hui carried half of Li Hao's weight and slowly retreated, retreated... and retreated to the entrance of the culvert.

"Brother Hui!"

Xiao An's voice rang far behind.

Wang Hui's heart was finally put into his stomach.
Chapter completed!