Qin Yan blinked, her lips almost transparent.
Bo Yunshen cocked his head, seeing a man with eyes wide open, nearly giving the appearance of dying defiant.
A flicker of disgust flashed through his eyes.
Having just arrived, Secretary Xu had already recounted to him the deeds of this man.
Such a ferocious person—he died all too easily!
Bo Yunshen brushed off the dust on his body and took two steps toward Qin Yan's direction.
Her legs were weak, squatting and holding Qin Yinyin, her body trembling severely.
Qin Yan's eyes widened, glancing toward the bearded man, her voice hoarse, "He's dead?"
The gunman had fired at the head. He had been standing close enough to even see the kidnapper's brain scatter.
To still be alive would have been a miracle!
Bo Yunshen's lips curled disdainfully, the man already killed, the gun already used—was Qin Yan playing weak in front of him?
"Dead!"
"Does Director Qin want to go over and confirm?"