Both men had equally cold expressions. Lu Zhengye was wearing a hooded sweatshirt, which was quite different from his usual image.

Lin Jingyu asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go kill someone."

Lu Zhengye answered quickly and without any expression, as if it were a very ordinary thing.

Lin Jingyu clenched his fists. He was highly educated and born in a peaceful and prosperous era. He could not stand such remarks that disregarded human life.

Wei Qing knew that Lu Zhengye was too lazy to explain.

He stepped forward and said, "Miss Lin's murder was caused by Chen Miao and Deng Xingwen, who put up a bounty on her head in the underworld."

"They spent 200 million yuan and issued a life-or-death order, meaning the order would not be lifted until the person died."

Lin Jingyu frowned. "You mean, my sister will face another wave of assassination attempts?"

"Yes, if the bounty isn't lifted, she could be killed as long as she's alive."

Lin Jingyu found it absurd, "How could such an organization exist in Country A?"

"Before this incident, did you believe that anyone in Country A could smuggle firearms and ammunition?" Wei Qing asked calmly.

Lin Jingyu fell silent, and a chill ran down his spine.

Country A strictly prohibits the carrying of firearms and ammunition, but this incident made him realize that there were still many who had slipped through the net.

Lin Jingyu gritted his teeth and asked, "So what do you plan to do now?"

"Charge him, point your gun at him, and make him rescind the order," Lu Zhengye said succinctly.

He shouldn't be wasting time talking; the more time he wastes, the more variables will arise.

But the person in front of him was Lin Yusheng's brother, so he could barely manage to exchange a few words with him.