You're shaking, you son of a b***h—
[Graveyard Tree] stared coldly at the camera, with a look of being scared stupid, but his index finger didn't hesitate, unexpectedly pulling the trigger.
Free journalists have dirty hearts, their style hinges on "stealing"!
Secret photos, secret recordings, secret leaks, secret….. gunshots!
"Bang bang bang—!"
Bullets formed a line, punching a series of holes through the door.
Yet, there were no screams from outside the door, rather it was…..
"Boom!"
The door was slammed open by a massive force, the broken hinges whining noisily.
A tall and thin man stepped in sideways, holding a tablet, the screen showing the footage of [Graveyard Tree] with a gun.
"I told you I'm watching you, why did you still try to ambush me face-to-face?"
The man exuded an aura as sinister as a venomous snake, his mouth corners mocking.
The muzzle of [Graveyard Tree]'s gun trembled slightly, but he didn't continue shooting.
