Wang Yaojun got up and gave chase, but was shot at by several cars behind him.

The car behind caught up with him.

"F***, why are you driving so fast? Are you going to a funeral?"

Wang Yaojun cursed and waved his fists at them. What a pity. What a great opportunity. He should have punched Yue Ya unconscious when he came up, leaving her unable to resist. By now, it would have been done long ago. I regret it.

At this moment, a cold gun was pointed at Wang Yaojun's head.

A killer wearing a ferocious mask stood in front of Wang Yaojun.

The cold muzzle of the gun made Wang Yaojun feel the breath of death.

"Who... are you? I am the son of Mayor Wang... and my dad is Li Gang. No, my dad is Wang... Chengren. You can't kill me. Spare your life. I have money. I will give you money. If you want

How much, how much I will give you, please, don’t kill me..."

Wang Yaojun cried hoarsely.

"Hey, remember, Li Jian killed you. Go to hell and sue Li Jian."

The masked man's pupils shrank and he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

There was a slight muffled sound, and the bullet penetrated Wang Yaojun's forehead.

Wang Yaojun didn't believe until his death that he would die at such a young age.

He intuitively felt a chill between his brows, and all he could think of was Yue Ya's snow-white, delicate, plump and pointed girl's breasts just now.
Chapter completed!