In the rain-soaked ground, Hua Mi expressionlessly turned around and glanced at An Xiaoyu, who was pointing a gun at her.
In front of her, Qin Ziran, with a severed hand, was rolling in the mud.
Seeing An Xiaoyu pointing the gun at Hua Mi, Qin Ziran immediately roared,
"Shoot, shoot!"
"Hurry up and shoot this bitch!"
His voice broke, filled with anger, fear, and pain. He now deeply regretted not shooting Hua Mi the moment he had drawn his gun.
Now, it seemed Hua Mi had gained the upper hand.
An Xiaoyu dared not kill anyone.
That evening, seeing Hua Mi behead several people had terrified him completely.
Facing Hua Mi, who turned and looked at him calmly, it seemed as if in the next instant she would raise her knife against him.
An Xiaoyu was more cowardly than Qin Ziran.
His whole body trembled as he mourned,
"Why has the world come to this? You two were lovers, why must it come to a life and death struggle?"
He then threw the gun on the ground and started sobbing loudly,
