He looked at the middle-aged white man lying on the ground. The man's head was misshapen, and a section of his arm was gone, likely severed by a grenade.
Wu Yun sighed. The man who had been so arrogant last night had now gone to meet his God.
Just then, Caviar walked over and said, "Boss! Twenty people in total! That doesn't match the number we scouted earlier. There should be two or three more who aren't here."
Wu Yun composed himself, the color returning to his face. "It's fine! The rest are just small fries. Their boss is lying right here!"
Although he said that, to avoid any future trouble, Wu Yun resolved to get rid of them for good. 'Cut the weeds and pull out the roots,' he thought. While feigning an inspection of the scene, he focused his mind on the system's store.
'System, custom service: eliminate the remaining Mexican Gang members who know about me!'
"DING~ Generating service. Host, please pay two million RMB!"
