Chapter 57

Ten million!

Killing one is killing, and killing two is also killing!

And now, there is still one less person who accounts for the majority.

In the face of money, what is this morality?

Steven Hawk gave a low chuckle 'huh'.

"It seems that you may have died earlier than me."

The man with the scar was sweating like rain, and shouted in fear and anger: "You bastards, how dare you lay hands on me!"

"I'm sorry, boss..."

At this moment, only a burst of crackling firecrackers suddenly sounded.

A black motorcycle whizzed out from the hillside on one side.

Queena Young threw a long string of firecrackers at the group of killers, turned her head and shouted at Steven Hawk: "Get in the car!"

A strange color flickered across Steven Hawk's dark eyes.

Without hesitation, he slashed the scarred man unconscious with a hand knife and jumped into the car neatly.