Just a few meters away, a tall, handsome man led his men toward them.
His powerful aura enveloped him, adding a sense of oppression to the people in the corridor.
Zhan, Zhan Nanting.
Unable to contact his subordinates, Zhan Minglei was ultimately... afraid.
Without saying a word, he leaned on his cane and ran off in the opposite direction from Zhan Nanting.
"Master Lei".
Han San glanced at him, then ran out after him.
The two figures ran past, one after the other. Rong Chang put her hands in her coat pockets, her bright eyes tinged with a hint of mockery.
Two or three seconds later, Zhan Nanting walked up from the right.
Then--
A gunshot rang out from the corridor. Zhan Minglei, who had run several meters away, suddenly lost his balance in his left leg and staggered, almost falling over.
"Hmm."
It hurt, Zhan Minglei gritted his teeth.
Han San helped him up, "Master Lei."
However, the next second another gunshot rang out.
When the second bullet pierced Zhan Minglei's injured leg, he could no longer hold back, lunged forward, and collapsed to his knees.
With a clatter, his cane fell from his hand onto the smooth marble surface.
Han San called out anxiously, "Master Lei!"
Behind him, Zhan Nanting narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the hand that was holding the gun fell to his sides.
"Zhan Nanting, if you've got the guts, shoot me dead!"
Enraged, Zhan Minglei was sweating profusely from the pain. He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.
The words had barely left his lips when steady footsteps sounded behind him.
Zhan Minglei knew it was him.
It's time to put an end to all the grudges and grievances of the past few years.
"Han San, help me up."
"yes."
The bright red blood had already stained the shiny porcelain surface. As Zhan Nanting walked over, he also saw a repulsive face.
Jiang Shaoyao.
Seeing the man so badly injured, Zhan Nanting paused, as if he knew whose handiwork this was.
As the horse walked past his feet, he finally managed a slight smile.
He seems to be in a pretty good mood.
As the injured man in front of him slowly turned around with the help of his men, his smiling gaze vanished in an instant.
"You should know why I invited you here tonight, right?"
Zhan Minglei sneered, "So what? Zhan Nanting, do you really think you can get away with it if something happens to me here tonight?"
"Oh?" Zhan Nanting raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of mockery in his amber eyes. "You mean your useless subordinates who are all show and no substance?"
His sharp gaze fell on his face, and Zhan Minglei's expression froze.
His pale lips moved slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, Zhan Minglei frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Hmph." Zhan Nanting chuckled sarcastically, then turned his face away. "Cheng Qi, you should talk to Master Lei properly and tell him what I really mean by what I said."
"Yes, Second Master."
Cheng Qi stepped forward as ordered and handed the large-screen phone in his hand to Zhan Minglei. On the screen, the sea breeze was howling, and his men, whom he had secretly arranged around the cruise ship, were now tied up in a ball.
It turned out that his men weren't ignoring the phone; they had simply been arrested by Zhan Nanting's men long ago.
In an instant, Zhan Minglei's expression changed drastically, and he gripped his phone tightly.
Cheng Qi glanced at him expressionlessly and said coldly, "I wonder if Master Lei has seen it clearly?"
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