Yan Dunan slowly turned his wine glass, giving a signal to the people behind Bai Su.
Jiang Gujun noticed it, his expression immediately tensing up. Without thinking, he flipped open his coat, drew a gun from his waist, and fired in one direction—
"Bang."
The sound of a body hitting the ground was dull and piercing.
The death of Yan Yue盟's subordinate completely ripped apart the facade of this seemingly harmonious negotiation. Yan Yue盟's people encircled Yan Dunan, while their subordinates continuously fired at the duo, Bai Su.
As someone attempted to approach Bai Su, the opponent rose with an uncanny movement, and before that person realized what was happening, a solid wooden stool came crashing down on his head!
The speed was so fast that he couldn't duck, and his head was smashed open.
Blood and brain matter mixed, forming a red and white puddle.
