"Ah!" Qiumuluo let out a desperate roar as if to vent the suppressed fury within him.
He simply couldn't figure out why his operation had been exposed this time or where the problem had arisen.
The others seemed to have been aware of all their plans in advance, yet the plan had been concocted on the road with Skinny and Strongman, two people who had no chance of betraying him.
Suddenly, Qiumuluo thought of Marvel, that seemingly harmless and unproblematic contact.
"It was him! It was him!" he screamed frantically as blood spurted from the holes in his body, "Come out! You come out! Bastard! Bastard!"
He struggled to sit up when a subordinate using the carriage as cover was hit by a bullet and collapsed beside him.
Bullets striking the already lifeless corpse still managed to splatter flesh and blood, some of which landed on Qiumuluo, but he was unaware.
