"Hey, you there, move it, don't stand there, didn't you hear?"
The mercenary raised the gun in his hand and cocked it.
The figure standing at the edge lifted his head, staring at the mercenary; his hands were on his hips, as though pressing down on the hilts of two swords.
"Hahaha, you've watched too many knight novels."
The mercenary revealed a scornful smile, lifted his gun to aim at the figure, and placed his finger on the trigger.
Bang——
Along with the sound of the gunshot.
The mercenary stared dumbfounded as his body fell forward, with blood spurting out like a fountain.
"Ambush! Ambush!"
Panic-stricken shouts and chaotic gunfire reached his ears.
The scene in his field of vision spun rapidly, changing, before finally morphing into a blood-smeared ground.
His sight was becoming hazed with a layer of obscurity, and his brain was gradually ceasing to function.
He watched as a foot stepped over the pool of blood in front of him and walked past him.
