Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three consecutives gunshots killed three men.
Ming Zhi Yi handed the gun to the subordinate beside him. The subordinate handed him his treasured knife in return.
Ming Zhi Yi was still covered by his son's blood and his killing intent did not diminish one bit. He killed the three men who returned after losing the cargo.
"These people don't deserve to live. They lost the cargo, and they even knew nothing about who took them." Ming Zhi Yi's eyes were cold. "Contact my people at the national bureau. Tell them the last coordinates where these damned people lost the cargo. Have it tracked down as a priority. I want an answer within two hours."
"Yes, sir!"
The other subordinates took the bodies away.
Ming Zhi Yi looked up at the dark sky.
