THUD!
The silence of the night was abruptly shattered by the sudden sound, echoing through the darkness as the masked man crumpled to the ground. His eyes, wide with shock, betrayed the horror of his final moments as a gaping hole appeared in his forehead, the result of a deadly bullet.
In an instant, he was lifeless. He was dead.
Tang Zhixi's gaze widened in disbelief and panic clawed in her heart. She spun around, instinctively looking toward the direction from which the bullet had come. Yet, in the shadows, there was nothing — no one. She was utterly alone. As a ghost, her vision could pierce the veil of night, revealing everything. The shooter had vanished without a trace.
"Dammit!" she muttered under her breath, casting a glance at the phone clutched tightly in her hand. The call remained active, but still, there was no sound.
