"Last words?"
Lu Xin's strange question immediately silenced the room.
The people on the left and right were obviously shocked by this question.
Some of them looked confused.
Some of them immediately became alert and looked around at the dark night in fear.
Some of the people on the left understood what Lu Xin meant and looked at the six and a half people on the right with sympathy. From their subjective judgment, they had already realized that Lu Xin was talking about the people on the right and understood his purpose.
It was just that, for the time being, no one had associated this problem with themselves.
This kind of question was somewhat unlucky, so the surrounding people were silent for a long time, and no one was in a hurry to speak.
Lu Xin heaved a light sigh and turned to look at someone.
The man was the leader of the vanguard. His head had been broken by a bullet, and his brain could be seen through the wound.
