The heavy rain poured down relentlessly.
In the quiet valley, everyone stood still.
Li Qiao stopped again, glanced at the Desert Eagle in his hand, and shook her head unhurriedly, "What's there to be afraid of?"
The torrential rain made Li Qiao's words sound faint and almost inaudible.
She lifted her finger to wipe the rainwater from the corner of her eye and this time, she didn't stop. She walked straight towards Shang Yu.
The next second, a gunshot reverberated throughout the valley.
"Ah—"
Shang Yu's gun finally deviated from its original trajectory, falling from the forehead to hit the other man's shoulder, ruthlessly piercing through his scapula.
The man howled in pain, fell to the ground, and clutched at his wound, convulsing violently.
The man who had been standing by, shivering the whole time, was recognized by Li Qiao as she approached.
He was the man who had roared in the South Sea Entertainment City that day, demanding Shang Shaoyan hand over his big brother.
