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Li Lei was still expressionless as he watched Wang Long panic.

Somebody else mentioned. "Wang Long, aren't you getting your men to put their guns down?"

Only then did Wang Long realize that they were still in an aggressive stance. He ordered his two subordinates. "Put the guns down."

They heeded.

The same partner who reminded Wang Long about the guns smiled at Li Lei. "Second Young Master, please calm down. Wang Long is just being insensible, don't take his words to heart. Could you get your men to lower their guns too?"

The Lis' subordinates still had their guns pointed at Wang Long.

Li Lei's expression did not change a bit even after hearing those words. Instead, he held up two fingers. Just as everyone was about to heave a sigh of relief, they suddenly heard two gunshots, and the two subordinates standing behind Wang Long fell to the ground. Each of them had a bleeding hole on their head.