"Old Five, have I avenged you or not—" After saying these words, everything went dark in front of him, and he collapsed backward onto the ground.
Not far from him, the man who had been blasted bloody all over suddenly stood up, drew a knife, and approached him step by step. Just as he raised the knife to deliver a fatal blow to him, there was a thud, and the man widened his eyes in disbelief, seeing the barrel of a gun spewing black smoke at close range.
The shooter was Zhong Qiaohui, her finger pulled the trigger, and her face was expressionless.
The knife in the man's hand fell to the ground, and his body crumbled down.
In the woods, a voice called out to her, "Go see who you've killed, will you?"
"What did you say?" Holding the gun, Zhong Qiaohui searched around for the speaker while stepping over Old Six's body. She illuminated the man who had been shot and fallen earlier with her own lighting tool, and the face before her was—Zhang Yingxi's!
