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Dong Lei smiled and said to Ma Huazheng.

When he heard this, Ma Huazheng's expression turned cold.

He finally couldn't take it anymore.

"You really don't want to sign the contract, do you?"

Ma Huazheng looked straight at Dong Lei and asked seriously.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

What greeted Ma Huazheng was the sound of the submachine gun in Dong Lei's hand.

Ma Huazheng found it difficult to understand. His face was pale, and he could not think of a reason before he died.

After Lin Youzhi died, Ma Huazheng was still present.

In that case, the bodyguards in the room could still be restrained and not choose to shoot.

If he, Ma Huazheng, died, this Young Master of the Dong Family would definitely die.

The bodyguards present would not hold back and chose to shoot Dong Lei.

Previously, when Ma Huazheng saw the death of his younger brother, Lin Youzhi, he was quite happy.