Ma Kui had died, and beside him, Xiao Liu had stopped breathing long ago. They did not live the dream of the White Wolf Gang for long before they died.
After those two from the White Wolf Gang were killed, the sound of guns stopped. Zhao Qiang poked his head out from an SUV that looked like a honeycomb from the damage.
Seeing that the gun fight had stopped, a man and woman walked over. He also slowly stood up, holding the gun in his hand tightly. He watched Qin Haodong and Hu Xiaoxian warily, then asked, "Who are you guys?"
Qin Haodong said, "Who I am is not important. Today I will let you live. Go back and tell the president of the Triad that if they dare sell drugs to Huaxia again, that will be the day of the Triad's demise."
"Punk, do you have any idea who you're talking to?"
