"Go ahead, kill me if you have the guts, just give me a quick death."
Ling Zhenfei said, "You want me to kill you now? It's not that simple. The police will arrive soon, and I'm sure they'll provide a very fitting place for you."
Feng Zilong's expression darkened: "No matter the crime I committed, death is inevitable if the police get me. You kill me instead."
Ling Zhenfei said, "If you want to die, you have to wait for the people's judgment first."
Feng Zilong shouted angrily, "You think you can use my death as a warning to others? You're dreaming. I won't let you succeed."
As he said this, Feng Zilong rushed toward the wall beside him.
Bam!
The impact was severe, and Feng Zilong, who was already weak, collapsed and died after the blow.
Ling Zhenfei stepped forward and checked; the man was already dead, beyond the hope of saving.
Ling Zhenfei was a bit helpless. He had planned to hand Feng Zilong over to Long Hai, but now that he's dead, it can't be helped.
