"Let's go."
Hou Yong patted Zhao Ping'an on the shoulder. Without a word, Zhao Ping'an walked behind the man with the middle-part hairstyle, pulled the revolver from the back of his waist, emptied all the cartridges from the cylinder, and threw the gun far away. Only then did the group leave.
"Boss, what are we going to do now?"
Chapter 342