The wind at the beach became a little strong for a moment.
Blood dripped on the sand drop by drop...
His gun was pointed at Amanda.
Three simple words came out of the mouth of this fashionable girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Wu Jiang stood there, looking at her coldly. He was silent for nearly three minutes before asking, "Say it again."
"..."
Amanda seemed a little at a loss. She glanced at the men who were knocked down by him on the beach, biting her lips in self-reproach, "No...it's nothing."
"Who died?"
Wu Jiang asked again, pressing the muzzle of the gun heavily against her forehead again, using all his strength.
Amanda was startled and took a step back, and his gun immediately pointed at her.
"Who died?"
"..."
"Who died?"
"..."
After asking three times, she didn't answer. Instead of killing her, he turned around and ran away. He picked up a heavy motorcycle from the ground and got on it. He stepped on the accelerator and sped out of the beach...
"Wu!"
He could no longer hear Amanda's shouts behind him.
Amanda said she was dead.
Who died?
Who will die? Impossible, no reason, not like this, never like that...
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Huafei Street.
Heavy motorcycle parked outside an English cafe.
Wu Jiang stood there, staring at the people inside, including the gangsters who fought hard that night.
"Bang--"
One shot shattered the entire glass of the cafe, and everyone in the cafe stood up in shock.
Walking into the cafe with his leather boots stepping on the broken glass on the ground, Wu Jiang grabbed a gangster by his collar and put the muzzle of the gun against his temple.
There was a commotion in the cafe.
Everyone looked at him in shock, afraid of the gun in his hand, and no one dared to come forward for a while.
He heard his cold voice, "Is the head above you Chinese?"
"yes……"
A few beads of cold sweat dropped from the little gangster's face.
"Where? I want to see him!"
His fingers clasped the back of the gangster's neck. He knew how to make a person suffer...
The little gangster immediately howled in pain and turned pale, "No, I don't know... We, we are just little people..."
"Bang--"
Wu Jiang shot the coffee cup on the table without any hesitation or indifference.
The cup was all broken into pieces.
Coffee dripped all over the table.
The little gangster was so frightened that he immediately fell to his knees on the ground and said repeatedly, "I really, really don't know..."
"Who knew?!"
Knowing that this little gangster was not lying, Wu Jiang wasted no time and looked at the other people in the cafe, "If you don't want me to kill you one by one, tell me right away where Wenchi is!"
Several gangsters wanted to rush up, but Wu Jiang shot the opponent in the kneecap again, "None of you are my opponent."
"Ouch..."
The gangster howled, and for a moment no one dared to move.
Their eyes... were like looking at the King of Hell.
Wu Jiang knew that his eyes might have turned red. He had only one purpose, to find Wenxi!
It doesn't matter how many people die...
"Don't make it difficult for them." A familiar voice came, "They are all my father's men."
Wu Jiang turned around, it was still the same foreign girl Amanda.
Amanda walked into the cafe, her long blond hair was stained with sand, which was especially bright in the sun.
"..."
He looked at her indifferently.
She walked towards him step by step, stepping on the broken light on the ground, and smiled bitterly, "Don't you understand? There is no Wenchi, there is no Wenxi. The Chinese Godfather of the Mafia is my father, and I am a mixed race."