Kong Jingshan's eyes were cold, staring intently at Zheng Yunjie.
Thinking that he was responsible for Xu Wan's death, the hatred in his heart surged violently, bringing a dense wave of pain.
At this moment, a man's voice came from outside the car window: "Hurry up and get it done so we can report back."
Just as Zheng Yunjie was about to respond, Kong Jingshan suddenly drew a knife from his waist and stabbed it toward Zheng Yunjie.
Psssh!
Bang bang!
With the sounds echoing, blood splattered onto the car roof, the thick smell of blood spreading.
Kong Jingshan gritted his teeth, using the weight of his body to push down, deeply embedding the knife into Zheng Yunjie's chest.
He himself took two shots to the chest, blood gushing out, instantly draining his strength and causing him to collapse onto Zheng Yunjie.
"Damn it! Check if they're dead!"
The people around exclaimed, quickly opening the car door and reaching to check the pulse on Kong Jingshan's neck.
