After firing two shots, He Xiao.
A few drops of fresh blood splattered across his face and hands.
But he didn't care at all.
He returned to his sofa, sat down, lit a cigar, leisurely watching Zhou Wanyong rolling on the ground.
The screams akin to a pig being slaughtered gradually became weak.
In the end, there was only rough breathing left.
"So, can you repay the money now?"
He Xiao glanced at his watch and asked.
Where was the pride Zhou Wanyong once had?
Upon hearing He Xiao's question, he hastily begged, "Yes, I will repay the money, I will repay the money, I will do it now."
"Give him the phone."
He Xiao gestured with his hand.
Fang Rao handed a phone over to him.
Due to the severe pain.
Zhou Wanyong could barely hold the phone steady.
But he still forced his trembling hand to dial out: "It's me, I want you to transfer six hundred million to the specified…"
Before he could finish speaking.
Fang Rao made a silencing gesture in front of him.
