When the man saw Bo Shiwu, his eyes were filled with fear!

He kept making muffled sounds in his throat when he saw the man's phone in Qiao He's hand.

A look of despair crossed his face.

The ambush failed, and the attacker was killed instead.

The sniper knew he shouldn't have taken the job!

Damn it, is Bo Shiwu such an easy man to kill?!

The next moment, Bo Shiwu stepped forward and snatched the roll of paper from his mouth.

Without tape or cloth strips, I had to use the damp toilet paper roll from the bathroom, stuffing the whole roll inside.

"Cough cough cough! Ugh—" The sniper coughed up sticky saliva mixed with stomach acid, vomiting all over himself in a disheveled state.

Qiao He: "...How disgusting."

Sniper: "!" Have you no conscience?! That roll of toilet paper has absorbed the stench of the toilet...

Remembering the smell of ammonia, the sniper peeked out again.

Bo Shiwu stared at him coldly, squatted down like a demon, and exuded the aura of a murderous maniac.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against the sniper's forehead. "Tell me, who sent you to kill Qiao He?"

The tone was very flat, yet it made the sniper tremble with fear.

"I...I...I..." The sniper's face was pale with nervousness, and his mouth trembled.

He dared not say it.

He really can't say it!

If the assassination attempt fails, will he survive?

"If you don't talk, I'll kill you." Bo Shiwu cocked the gun with lightning speed and shoved the gun, which was emitting the smell of gunpowder, into the man's mouth.

The sniper's pupils dilated in shock: "!!!"

"I...I...I'll talk! I'll talk!"