Commit Suicide. I'm Too Lazy to Take Action

The man hooked his leg and closed the door.

"Bastard!" Jason cursed and gave a fierce order, "Hit him to his death and throw him out!"

His men were about to rush forward when the man raised his wrist and the black silencer turned twice in his palms.

Flick!

The bullet fired out at a blazing speed and hit Jason's knee.

The pitiful screams almost overturned the roof.

Everyone's face changed, and they didn't dare to rush over anymore.

Fu Ya poked Lin Wanwan's arm. "This isn't your man, right?"

"No."

This person was Mo Jiushang.

Mo Jiushang saw Jason's men taking out their guns from the corner of his eye and muttered to himself, "I haven't been back for so long. The people here are still longing for death."

He walked to the bar counter and sat on the high stool. He ordered the bartender, who was paralyzed, in English, "Give me a glass of Sprite."