"Why? Is money really that important? Didn't you also donate to the orphanage? Why couldn't it be consistent throughout?" Sun Jack murmured to himself as he looked at the bloody corpse.
He knew that King Kong's last words had been nothing but excuses. In the end, he still believed that money was more important than anything else, thinking it could buy everything, even redemption.
The atmosphere inside the store was very oppressive, and everyone looked at King Kong's corpse with different emotions.
Just then, the sound of a car came from outside, and several men in white suits rushed in. The leader approached Sun Jack with a smile and said, "Good day, sir. Were you the one who killed him?"
Sun Jack's eyes, sluggish in the rotation, fixed on him, filled with murderous intent.
The man's face held a trademark fake smile as he took a slow step back, raising his hands to signal he meant no harm.
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