"Ye Tian? Ha, just a small fry from a second-tier city, hardly worth mentioning in my presence."
This was the second time Deng Lishi had heard the name Ye Tian. Although he had never seen Ye Tian in person, he figured Ye Tian was just a minor character, not worth his attention.
"Mr. Deng makes sense; Ye Tian is no match for you. With just one move from you, Ye Tian will be dead without a place to bury him," Yun Feng said with a flattering smile.
"I don't want to waste too much time in this small city. Kill that Ye Tian, and I'll return to the Capital City tonight," Mr. Deng looked at Wang Qiang.
"No problem, of course no problem. I've already booked the evening flight," Wang Qiang said cheerfully.
Deng Lishi nodded in satisfaction, then picked up a handgun, snorted coldly, and repeatedly pulled the trigger against his chest. The gun made popping sounds, and flames burst from the muzzle as bullets shot out, all hitting his chest.