"One million!"
Feng Biao mumbled under his breath, then he pressed the window control button, and the glass started to lower.
"One million!"
Feng Biao adjusted his two noise-cancelling earplugs, making sure there were no gaps.
"One million!"
He lifted the gun, stretched the muzzle out, and rested it on the car window.
"One million!"
Lin Xianghua finally couldn't bear it any longer, "That's enough already, what do you mean by that!"
"I need to remind myself that the one million is already in hand; otherwise, I wouldn't have the courage to shoot."
Lin Xianghua was momentarily stunned, then he released the brake and started moving the car. After waiting for two hours, Fesari's people began to come out of the dental clinic. If he was to seize the opportunity to shoot, he had to stop the car at the moment before Fesari got on his vehicle.