In the house, Wei Shuyi's wailing and pleading could be heard. "Beauty, come back. Don't be like this. I beg you, don't be so cruel…"
Back-facing him, Beauty Wu's face was already covered in tears.
I lost you once. I pushed you away once. Not long ago, I gave up on you again. Now, I can finally do something for you.
… This was good too.
On an oak tree far behind the villa, two men were lying on their stomachs.
One had a gun in his hand and the other had a pair of binoculars.
Qi Bufan looked through the binoculars and saw the scene in the house. He saw that the development in the house was getting worse and worse, and anger appeared on his old face. He stopped hesitating and said, "Shoot."
The man with the gun pulled the trigger without a word.
Bang!
The bullet sped through the air, creating an air vortex.