Comprehending the situation, the bloodstained Yi Zen glanced at his dead underlings for the last time. Without remorse, they became his meat shield, voluntarily.
Bullets pierced through Yi Zen's legs, rendering him immobile. Despite the pain, he clutched onto his rifle and mentally noted the position of each of his enemies.
Just as he was about to retaliate, his attention was caught by a shadowy figure, swiftly taking out the gang members with ease. He paused his actions, curious about the identity of this mysterious savior.
The tight black suit couldn't hide her perfect curves. Fu Lian moved with the grace of a feline predator, dispatching her targets with lethal precision. As the last gang member fell, she stopped and turned her gaze toward a wounded soldier who was still alive. She first glanced at the rank insignia on his uniform, then locked eyes with him.
