The so-called cleanup meant leaving no one behind.
Everyone present was a lifelong shadow for Mo Leen.
These people could not be left alive!
"Yes, Miss—" the Tianlong Special Guard quickly responded.
Mo Leen and Gu Jin got into the car. Even in the enclosed cabin, they could not block out the sounds of gunfire from outside.
The intense noise slightly soothed Mo Leen's heart, which was filled with panic, fear, and despair.
Half an hour later.
Dozens of luxury cars slowly drove away.
Hong Kong.
An austere and dignified mansion welcomed important guests.
This was the residence of Grandpa Nan from the Shenghe Association.
Supported by his subordinates, he stood outside the mansion villa, personally waiting for the arrival of his guests.
Familiar luxury cars quickly approached, and the dignity on this man in his fifties turned to warmth.
He descended the steps and hurried toward the first car.
