C880 I Have No Choice

Three bullets tore through Smith's body in an instant.

One struck dead center in his forehead, the other two lodged in his chest.

Smith didn't even have time to groan before he collapsed onto the lawn.

The next morning.

The shrill ring of the phone jolted Hwa Feng from a deep sleep.

He rolled over and answered the call.

It was Baoli.

"Mr. Hwa Feng, I have some good news for you