1248 Zhen Qinrou's end was very, very near.

As the fat body of the oldie dropped down on the floor, Jing Wei Jin also dropped the pointer of his gun down. He didn't flinch seeing the dead body, rather he looked immune to it like no one could count how many dead bodies he had seen in his life. 

His eyes had hints of disappointment. Closing the pairs, he shook his head. "You know you are a cruel joy killer, President Feng. He was my kill. How did you even eye something that's others?" He said as right after his say, everyone's gazes turned to look at the entrance where Shufen was standing with a pistol pointed in the direction where the old boss was kneeling before.