Wan Liang looked forward and saw a stone in front of him lying in the middle of the road.

He couldn't help but get very angry.

If the car crashed into it just now, wouldn’t it be dead?

"Bastard, I want to complain to the Dongjiang Provincial Expressway Command Center! This is a place where birds can't shit, and people's quality is extremely poor!" Wan Liang took out his cell phone, got out of the car, and walked forward.

The driver also got out of the car and followed closely behind him. He was about to move the stone away after Wan Liang took the photo.

Walking to the stone, Wan Liang looked forward.

He snorted, raised his arm and prepared to take a photo.

However, at this moment, a white shadow suddenly floated by like a ghost!

Standing at Wan Liang, before he could react, his raised hand froze in the air, his eyes widened and his face pale!

A thin blood thread appeared on his neck. This blood thread was very thin, like a red thread used for embroidery.

A few seconds later, Wan Liang plopped and fell to the ground! A pool of blood gushed out from under his neck.

The blood is red, bright, and cold...

Linhai University.

Jiang Yiran was in class, and his cell phone was pounding. He picked up the phone and glanced at it, and saw a message sent by a number without a name.

"The mission has been completed."

Jiang Yiran's eyes flashed, and there was no reply, so he continued to class. But he knew very well that Wan Liang, vice president of Wanshan Group, had already gone to another world at this time.

And the person who sent him to hell was naturally the deadliest weapon in Jiang Yiran's hands - the shadow killer, Qiluo.

Jinling, Wanshan Group Headquarters.

In the chairman's office, a middle-aged man in his fifties and majestic face was smoking a cigar and looking at a document in his hand.

At this moment, a sudden burst of knocks on the door sounded outside the door.

Kong Wanshan frowned. When he was working, he didn't like others to disturb him in the office.
Chapter completed!