Cold-blooded people live longer

"No, no, I won't tell anyone. I won't tell anyone, Yingluo. I beg you, let me go, Yingluo."

Liancheng Yazhi's expression did not change as he raised his hand and raised the gun!

At this time, don't talk about mercy, don't talk about humanity.

This person might not have committed any crimes or done anything wrong, but their current actions could not bear any risks.

diber trembled in fear. "please, please, don't let qianqian and the others sell drugs. qianqian, i've never done human trafficking before. they used drugs to control me, qianqian. i was only a college student before, qianqian."

"as long as you let me go, i can tell you where all the money in walford is hidden,"

In the midst of his begging, Liancheng Yazhi still pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit Diber right in the middle of his forehead. His voice stopped abruptly, and his body fell to the ground.