Chapter 220 Execute Them

• In front of them stood over twenty people in battle gear, faces marked with tribal symbols, and menacingly brandishing submachine guns in their direction.
• The man leading the group took a step forward, letting out a cold, mocking laugh. “We want your money, and we want your life. After all, the organs of the Rogers family could fetch a pretty penny.”
• As soon as he finished speaking, he prepared to open fire, raising his gun. But before he could even pull the trigger, a bloody hole appeared on his forehead.