Huo Sining's breath hitched, and she was completely stunned. Her heartbeat spiked in an instant, and her entire heart seemed to lodge in her throat.
She had not anticipated that these people would be so bold as to shoot and kill someone in broad daylight!
The female assistant withdrew her handgun expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened.
But her shot had struck the old man squarely in the heart; blood gushed from the wound. The old man's face twisted in agony, and as he struggled, it seemed he wanted to say something. His mouth moved in vain before he fell backward onto the sandy ground. His eyes remained wide open, unblinking, and in just a moment, he was breathless.
"Clean it up."
Fujiwara Seiho glanced at the old man's body lying on the ground with disgust, turned away without a hint of pity or compassion, and walked toward the beach.
