Li Laojiu was dead, and Qi Xingyu was beaten half dead by ink, unable to speak a single line.

Looking at the chaotic situation, Wang Fei almost wanted to pull out his gun and kill himself.

Helplessly, he had to find someone to bandage the ink first, and then pull a little man outside to come in for interrogation.

The inked suit jacket had been taken off by him, and there were blood splashes from Qi Xingyu on the snow-white shirt, coupled with his Xiu Luo-like expression, which made anyone look frightened.

When he came in shivering, he saw Chu Mo sitting on a chair under the wall of the...