Ye Jian, who didn't say anything, flicked her microphone, indicating that she knew.
The air seemed to have turned heavy. As the footsteps got closer and closer, Ye Jian's gaze turned colder and colder. She had to wait a little longer. She would be able to make a move soon…
One, two, three…
The shadow of the person had already enveloped Ye Jian. He seemed to have realized that someone was lying under the broken wall. His footsteps paused for a few seconds…
The sunlight was too glaring. When the blade of the combat dagger flashed past, a blinding light suddenly shot out. The light flashed past, and the hot air was instantly filled with the smell of blood. Ye Jian panted and stabbed the dagger into the target's neck.
"Mmm… Mmm…"
The guy kept kicking his feet. When the gravel rubbed against the ground, there was a crashing sound.
