Race against time

Pennros had already contacted his private plane, and it was going to fly directly to England where Xu Cheng was.

When sanleng drove his car over, the private plane had already taken off.

He kept firing his pistol at the sky. Although he hit the plane, it was only a spark, and he couldn't stop peen from staying.

In the Morgan Manor in the United States, patriarch Morgan sat on the sofa in his bedroom with a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked at the moonlight outside the window. Tonight was the time to assassinate peen, so he had gone into his bedroom early in the morning to wait for any updates.

The assistant gently pushed the door open.

His face revealed an awkward and nervous expression.""Boss ..."

"He's dead?" Morgan shook the glass of red wine in his hand. It was more like health wine. Because he was old, he couldn't get drunk.