589 The Mafia King at death's door

The smell of the ominous bullet powder seeped in the air mixed with blood a few seconds later. A sharp silence befell as Wei's white shirt was beginning to soak in crimson.

Wei's eyes were slightly widened, but his eyelashes soon began trembling despite his plain countenance. The fear struck him.

Not for his own life. But due to the regret that he might not be able to meet Lihua ever again. He might not be able to hold his children in his arms. He was waiting to unite with his family for so long.

That deadly feeling pained his heart even more than the bullet.

In that one whole second, Wei lived his entire life once again right from the moment he met Lihua until now. Her face flashed before his eyes, a soft smile curling his lips up.

"Lihua…"

That was the word that escaped his lips before he collapsed.

Jia and Chang Fang witnessed the scene in horror. Their breaths had stopped in their throats.