Tangling with the Western Commander
Chapter 502: 499

Chapter 502: Chapter 499

He walked toward him step by step, adjusting the black leather gloves on his hands.

The young man on the ground kept inching backward, fear evident in his eyes, murmuring:

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me… It wasn’t on purpose… He hid the stuff here before… I saw it with my own eyes…”

If it hadn’t been for the rumor that someone helped find that person with a reward of ten million, he wouldn’t have approached them and dealt with these people.

The middle-aged man with a beard faced the scene:”…”

His eyes deepened a bit.

Mr. Wu looked over and asked, “Are you going to deal with the dog outside, or are you staying here?”

The bearded man flickered with a struggle in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant, and he eventually waved his hand casually, saying:

“You go handle that animal.”

Mr. Wu didn’t dawdle, pulling a dagger from his pocket and heading out the door.

The bearded man: “…”

He clenched his fist involuntarily.

He knew that if he had gone, the dog outside might not have died, but he had no choice.

His gaze slowly turned to Mr. Li, the president, who now, ignoring the young man’s struggle, grabbed the young man’s neck tightly with his hand clad in black leather gloves.

Standing behind him, in the shadows, he pulled out his phone and silently filmed the scene.

This Mr. Li was indeed a psychopath, a madman.

He had intended to gather evidence of the murder through recorded conversations, but unexpectedly, he witnessed him committing another murder, seemingly fearless.

Watching Li Tingze strangle the man to death, the man’s legs flailing on the ground until they stopped moving, he quickly finished filming and tucked his phone into his sleeve.

Meanwhile, footsteps returned from outside.

It was Mr. Wu.

Inside, Li Tingze had just ended the young man’s life and was preparing to leave.

After they went out, Mr. Wu still had blood on him and cursed softly, “Damn animal, still struggling as I slit its throat, blood splattered all over me.”

The bearded man pulled out a cigarette, huffed, and did not respond.

But he noticed from the corner of his eye that Mr. Wu pulled out a tissue and vigorously wiped his hands, which were stained with blood.

He:”…”

He swallowed, finally averting his gaze and got into the car without looking back.

A human life, a dog’s life, they were all just like ants to them.

…

Lu Xiao was still speeding down the highway, the winter day dawning late.

Eventually, the car stopped at a place, his contact point with his undercover.

But he didn’t know if something unexpected had happened on the other side, as it had been half an hour without any sight of his undercover.

Besides obtaining evidence of Li Tingze committing murder, his undercover definitely must not run into trouble.

…

On another highway at that moment, the bearded middle-aged man was driving a car, with Mr. Wu sitting in the passenger seat.

In the back seat was the casually seated Li Tingze.

Mr. Wu was discussing something with the Li Tingze in the back, probably about the next step in the plan, and where exactly had the man who took the jewelry run off to?

How did he know they were after him?

Or, is someone else secretly helping him…?

Meanwhile, the driver frequently glanced at his watch.

Finally, he simply held the steering wheel with one hand—