"Don't kill me, don't!"

When facing the threat of death, Kang Yuanzheng completely let go of his so-called dignity and begged in pain.

The bloody mouths on the limbs kept gushing out. The huge pain made Kang Yuanzheng's consciousness blur, but he did not dare to fall asleep just now, because it was very likely that he would never wake up after falling asleep.

"Do you still remember my sister?"

Jasmine looked at Kang Yuanzheng with her eyes very calm, not as crazy as Zhao Gang-rye imagined.

Kang Yuanzheng was stunned for a moment, then shouted in horror, "Your sister's death has nothing to do with me. Really, I didn't lie to you."

"My sister, she died miserably."

Jasmine said calmly, "Do you think I was still young at that time, I didn't understand anything and remember nothing."

Kang Yuanzheng opened his mouth slightly, thinking about his hands, but he found a bitter feeling in his throat.

At this moment, the screams of Kang Yuanzheng's bodyguard came out from afar.

Then, Zhao Gangliang's figure appeared in front of Kang Yuanzheng.

Zhao Gangliang looked at Jasmine and found that Jasmine was telling Kang Yuanzheng little by little what she knew about her sister.

Although Zhao Gangqing despises this behavior of telling the enemy everything he plans when he thinks he is winning, it is undeniable that this behavior is very pleasant.

Jasmine didn't say much. She just simply said what she knew, then raised the gun in her hand and pointed it at Kang Yuanzheng.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I can give you everything I have, I can build the largest tomb for your sister, I can repent in front of your sister's grave for the rest of my life, I beg you not to kill me, don't..."

Before Kang Yuanzheng could finish his words, gunfire sounded.

A bloody mouth appeared on Kang Yuanzheng's head, his eyes wide, as if he was disbelief.

Bang.

Kang Yuanzheng fell to the ground with a bang.

"I'll be waiting for you in Chinatown."

After Jasmine said that, she turned around and left.

Looking at Kang Yuanzheng, who had lost his breath of life on the ground, Zhao Gang was a little sad.

The patriarch of such a strong family actually died at the hands of his own people so simply.

It seems that the old saying is really right. Being wary day and night is difficult to guard against thieves.

The people who can cause the greatest harm to you are often the ones who are closest to you.

Zhao Gangliang pondered for a moment and left.

Not long after, the police arrived in this alley.

The Chinese forces in Washington would make some things from time to time, so the Washington police were used to it, but when they saw Kang Yuanzheng's body, they were all stunned.

As a well-known figure in society, Kang Yuanzheng's death is much more important than the deaths of other ordinary gangsters.

Not long after, the Washington police announced that Kang Yuanzheng died of gang struggles.

The Embassy of China strongly demanded that the Washington police find the murderer as soon as possible and give Kang Yuanzheng a fairness.

The Washington police naturally agreed.

Not long after, the murderer suspected of attacking and killing Kang Yuanzheng was arrested and was an unknown person.

According to relevant Washington laws, general killing people does not require death penalty at all. This person who killed Kang Yuanzheng only needs to stay in prison for more than ten years, or even less than ten years, before leaving the prison.

Of course, the less than ten years mentioned here refers to the best situation.

If this person is released from prison in the future, his life will definitely be better than that of most people.

At this time, in Chinatown.

After Zhao Gangqing saw Jasmine in the old place, Jasmine was taken into a room not far away.

There is a incense table in the room, and a photo of a child is placed on the incense table. Judging from the eyebrows, this photo is somewhat similar to Jasmine.

"Sister, I'll help you with revenge."

Jasmine picked up three incense sticks from the table, lit them, inserted them into the incense burner, and then said calmly, "Now you are down there, you should be able to rest in peace."

Zhao Gangliang stood behind Jasmine, a little surprised because Jasmine was too calm.

If it were yourself, if you took revenge, even if you wouldn't be happy, you would at least feel a sense of venting, but Jasmine didn't have it at all.

What exactly is this woman thinking about in her mind?

"Kang Yuanzheng is dead."

Jasli turned her head, looked at Zhao Gangli, and said, "Kang Zhihua will become the head of the Kang family, and with his skills, the Kang family can only decline day by day. Therefore, in less than three months, the Kang family will completely lose control."

"And you?"

Zhao Gang-ling asked.

"I will take my people out of here tomorrow."

Moli said, "Don't worry, I will admit that I killed Kang Yuanzheng. At that time, the Kang family will only deal with me."

"In fact, you don't have to leave."

Zhao Gangliang suddenly smiled.

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, then a meaningful light flashed in her eyes and she said, "Don't you want me to leave?"

"Don't say so ambiguously."

Zhao Gangliang said with a smile, "You have been in the West Coast, even in the whole of the United States for many years, with certain connections and means. Even if my people finally took all the West Coast, it will take a long time to completely digest and get the recognition of the Americans, and they also need to use some means. Instead of doing this, it is better for you to stay and help me manage these things. This way, it is not so easy for Kang Zhihua to deal with you. After all, with me standing behind you, he is not so brave."

"Are you helping me?"

Jasmine smiled and said, "Do you like me?"

"Why do you strong women always like to be so self-righteous?"

Zhao Gangliang sighed and couldn't help but want to anger Lin Xin. That guy always looked self-righteous.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Jasmine walked to Zhao Gangling and gently placed her hand on Zhao Gangling's chest.

"You killed me?"

Zhao Gang-ling asked proudly.

It seems to be asking, but it is even more laughing.

"No man can't be killed."

Jasmine grabbed Zhao Gangling's collar with her hand, then put her lips together to Zhao Gangling's ear with a little force, and said, "There are many ways to kill a man."

Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment, then felt a warm tongue gently touching his earlobe.

Zhao Gang's pupils condensed slightly.

Jasmine raised a ghostly smile on her lips and whispered, "I want to kill you here."

After saying that, Jasmine's hand slowly stroked Zhao Gang's back.

Zhao Gang looked at the incense table not far away, and suddenly got goosebumps when he looked at the photos on the incense table.

Isn't this Jasmine going to be here to block her sister's portrait?

As soon as Zhao Gangliang's thought appeared, he saw Jasli let go of her hand, then glanced at herself softly, squatted down, and unzipped Zhao Gangliang's pants.

This is a picture that is not suitable for teenagers, or even adults.

Zhao Gang-ling asked himself that he had a very strong control, but when the unimaginable suction came, he couldn't help but surrender and surrendered directly.

What technology is this?

How could he be so powerful?

Zhao Gangliang's mind was full of confusion.

Jasli stopped, raised her head, looked at Zhao Gang-ling, and said, "I hope my sister sees my happiness."

Zhao Gang's face froze slightly.

This Jasmine is indeed a pervert!

I don't know how long it has passed.

Zhao Gang's arm suddenly burst out blue veins, and then he picked up Jasmine who was squatting on the ground.

Jasmine's mouth was slightly raised, pointing to a door and said, "It's my room inside."

Zhao Gangliang held Jasmine and pushed open the door.

Behind the door is a very quaint room, a large golden nanmu bed, which makes people feel like they have traveled back to the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Zhao Gang-rye threw Jasmine onto the bed, then stepped onto the bed.

The large bed of the golden nanmu made a regular and intense rhythmic sound, and the bitch accompanied the most primitive sounds of men and women.

This sound lasted from night to the next morning.
To be continued...