Ma Zi Lian couldn't believe it, he would be the first to collapse. He was unwilling, wasn't this death too humiliating? As the boss, doesn't he deserve any dignity!
He fell unconscious, but with a strong sense of unwillingness, he surprisingly didn't die. Eventually, he regained consciousness and saw the gun lying beside him.
He no longer had much strength left; it was difficult even to pick up the gun. Within his line of sight, he couldn't see the cop he hated the most. His last thought of dragging one down with him seemed impossible.
His brothers were nowhere to be found; all were missing. Yet, several guns were scattered on the ground. He realized that most of them were likely doomed, and a wave of sorrow and anger surged in his heart.
He lifted his eyes and saw Yun Qingyao on the Rolls-Royce. She was the only person he could see within his view and the only person he could kill.
Kill this woman!
