The moment Bai Ling took out the key, she abruptly held the silver gun, her eyes were sharp, and her voice was extremely cold, "Come out!"

A timid figure came out of the dark passage separating the two houses with tears streaming down his face, the gun in his hand fell to the ground with a touch, his legs were shaking violently, and finally he knelt down on the ground with a plop, "Woman, please forgive me..." The voice was trembling, very humble, full of fear, and full of sorrow "I... I have my wife and children here..."

Bai Ling's face was expressionless, her eyes were still extremely deep and unmoving, but she turned back slowly. The moment she turned around, the man kneeling on the ground stopped trembling, sternness flashed in the eyes of the terrified and sad man with snot running down his nose, and he pulled out a black pistol from his arms.

At this moment, bang—

After driving for less than five minutes, Bai Ling saw two people waiting at the side, the tall uncle and the grandmother who was supported by the uncle.

Seeing grandma's loving face, the look of anticipation and worry in her eyes gradually turned into joy, and Bai Ling's heart beat more and more warmly.

She just squinted her eyes and stared at Li Jiaming, who was covering his hands beside her grandmother with a bitter face, and frowned slightly, "He was shot, did you deal with it?" He must have been shot when he drove away in the truck before.