C1893 Someone He Couldn't Afford to Offend(3)

With a clank, Fann Binn reloaded the gun in his hand, which was still smoking. He threw the gun into the car as if he was throwing a pile of trash. In his eyes, Xie Yimi, who was lying on the seat with blood flowing out of his legs, was also a piece of trash that he did not care about. He didn't even look at it before turning around and leaving.

Xie Yimi's face was pale and painful