However, the black Jiulong pattern card slowly falls down in front of jinchengsheng's eyes. The muzzle of the black hole is also exposed in jinchengsheng's career. The one who holds the gun is no one else. It is Shao Wenhua who was not killed by the previous knife.

It's just that jinchengsheng no longer has the chance to fight with the last sneak attack, because Shao Wenhua has already pulled the trigger hard at the moment when he raised his head.

Just listen to "bang!" The piercing sound of a gun pierced the night sky. There was already a blood hole on jinchengsheng's forehead, and he fell straight down like a bone, and the black Jiulong post fell in front of him

As the gunshot falls, Tian Hongfei shows that he has fallen to the ground and is no longer alive. Then he focuses on Shao Wenhua. At this time, there is a very eye-catching wound on Shao Wenhua's neck. He worries and says.

"Shao Wenhua, are you ok?"

In this regard, Shao Wenhua shook his hand and covered the wound on his neck with gauze. He sighed deeply and said.

"Although this jinchengsheng took refuge in the Jinmen group and didn't get a good end, he is really a character in the matter of fact."

Smell speech, one side of Tian Hongfei is also can't deny of nod, can be regarded as recognized jinchengsheng such view.

After that, Shao Wenhua and Tian Hongfei led their brothers to clean the battlefield and arranged for them to help the injured brothers out of the No. 5 warehouse.

Shao Wenhua came to the silver gray van that Zhang Xiaofan was riding in the first time, opened the door, respectfully and said.

"Van Gogh, the mission has been successfully completed."

In this regard, Zhang Xiaofan was a little tired and said that he knew it. Then he took out his mobile phone and found a note on the address book of Mr. Song. He directly chased it out, he said.

"Hello, is that Mr. Song?"

"All the things on my side have been settled. You can arrange people to come here."

"Ah Xiba, you have finished the work in jiulongcang."

"Do you know that just when you were working in jiulongcang, my 112 phone number was almost knocked out, OK?"

"OK, no more nonsense. People from my side will arrive at the scene soon. You people from jiulongcang are more agile. Don't be bumped by people from my side."

Speaking of this, Mr. Song's tone was a little, and then he rushed to Zhang Xiaofan with a tentative tone.

"Mr. Zhang, about Li Dashao..."

"Ha ha ha..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Song. I will not only speak for you in front of Li Zaisheng, but also arrange for 50 million won to be put into your account on time before the operation."

"Just don't know, Mr. Song, did you receive it as scheduled?"

When Zhang Xiaofan said this, he couldn't help thinking about it in his tone. It seemed that all the situations in the field, including Mr. Song at the other end of the phone, were being manipulated to death.

"Hey, hey..."

"Yes, I see. It's a pleasure for Mr. Zhang to cooperate with you. I hope we have another chance to cooperate next time."

At the other end of the phone, Mr. Song looked at the 50 million won that suddenly came out of his account, and the smile on his face could not be suppressed in any case.

"Mr. Zhang, I hope we have another chance to cooperate. Goodbye."

"Certainly, Mr. Song!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaofan did not say anything more to this Mr. Song, but hung up the phone directly.

After seeing Shao Wenhua and Tian Hongfei get on the bus one after another, Zhang Xiaofan gives a wink from the driver, and the van goes in the direction of guanyue mountain.

As for the injured brothers, they were arranged to the three star hospital in Seoul. I believe Li Zaisheng will be able to deal with the injuries of these brothers. There is no need for Zhang Xiaofan to worry about anything more.