"Mr. Zhang, this... this isn't quite right, is it?" Wang Biao had never killed anyone before, and upon hearing Zhang Lei's words, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat all over.
"What's wrong with that!"
Zhang Lei on the other end seemed to have lost much of his patience. Upon hearing this, he roared, "Wang Biao, I order you, kill those two bastards for me! I will take care of this matter for you; you don't need to worry about anything. I just want those two scumbags dead!"
With that, Zhang Lei hung up the phone directly.
Meanwhile, Wang Biao, while driving, kept an eye on the Lamborghini catching up in his rearview mirror, his face gradually taking on a ferocious look.
"Fucking ghosts, don't come after me, go find Zhang Lei if you want!"
Thinking this, Wang Biao intentionally began to slow down his car, his eyes constantly fixed on the Lamborghini in the rearview mirror that charged like a wild bull.
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Hm?