"Die, you old fool."
Zhang Jian rushed forward and started punching and kicking Zhang Bolong, who was lying on the ground.
Zhang Bolong cried out miserably for help, looking towards Zhang Xiaoshan for rescue.
"I, I've already given you the treasure, you should let me go."
"If you break your oath, you'll be struck by thunderbolts."
Zhang Xiaoshan said indifferently,
"I did say before that I wouldn't kill you, but now, the one who wants to kill you is your son."
"It's your own son whom you couldn't discipline, what's that got to do with me?"
"You, you'll die a horrible death."
Realizing he had been fooled, Zhang Bolong wailed hysterically.
"Die, you."
Zhang Jian fired a shot at Zhang Bolong's back of the head.
Immediately, his brain splattered, a ghastly sight.
With just one shot, Zhang Bolong's wretched life was ended.
"He's dead, this old fool is finally dead."
