In order to prevent any accidents from happening, Fu Shang immediately killed him.
She lowered her eyes and stared at the silver thread in her hand. She pinched the two ends and pulled slightly, and it was easy for her palm to be cut.
She curled her thin lips slightly.
Staring at the blood on it, Fu Shang laughed.
She looked at the head of the leader that had fallen to the ground. Her voice was pleasant, but it had an inexplicable sense of eeriness and gloominess.
"Leader, L is very loyal to you. Unfortunately, you don't deserve it,"
Fu min could have just killed him with one shot.
However, when she was about to make her move, she chose an even more ruthless method. He used an extremely sharp silver wire to stand behind this person and pulled at his neck.
It was only for a short moment.
Everything fell silent.
Fu Shang squatted down and patted the leader's handsome face with a smile, ""Look, didn't you just die in my hands? And it's so miserable."
