Ma Kui had died, and beside him, Xiao Liu had stopped breathing long ago. They did not live the dream of the White Wolf Gang for long before they died.

After those two from the White Wolf Gang were killed, the sound of guns stopped. Zhao Qiang poked his head out from an SUV that looked like a honeycomb from the damage.

Seeing that the gun fight had stopped, a man and woman walked over. He also slowly stood up, holding the gun in his hand tightly. He watched Qin ...