"You all sit, I'll go get the door."
Mrs. Rujiang brought out the washed fruit and placed it on the coffee table, then turned to walk towards the door.
"At this hour, who knows who it is," Rujiang Chengzhi shook his head and said, before turning to the reporter and pointing to the fruit on the table, "Please, don't be shy."
"Hi!" The reporter nodded slightly in response, then picked up a bright red apple from the fruit platter.
At the same moment, Mrs. Rujiang opened the door.
But the sight of the person outside made her go pale with shock.
It was Abe, returning once more.
Before she could even speak, Abe lifted the gun in his hand expressionlessly and pulled the trigger directly.
He had come determined to kill, and did so with ruthless efficiency.
"Bang!"
Mrs. Rujiang was struck between the brows, staggered backward, and then thudded to the ground; her eyes were wide open in shock, lips parted, her facial expression still frozen in disbelief.
