"Bang!"
Mo Jiang shot the woman in the head, and her head landed on the steering wheel. The blood splattered on the windshield's glass.
Mo Jiang, on the other hand, couldn't care less about her. Perhaps Old Mo Jiang would have cared for innocent lives, but now he could only care for his family.
He got out of the car and walked over to the building, where he stood in front of it.
From the outside, it appeared to be an abandoned building with no one inside. Mo Jiang, on the other hand, was aware that his men were still inside.
The structure did not change slightly. As he stared at the building, an unexplainable emotion glinted in his eyes, and he began walking inside.
He hadn't eaten or drank anything. Furthermore, his face had turned pale as a result of his lack of rest, but he didn't care.
There was only one thought going through his head right now. He had to track down Liu Juan and kill Marcus and others.
