Once Ling Qingyu cut off the communication, the man's eyelids twitched. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like what was about to happen.
He saw Ling Qingyu sling her rifle away, unholster her pistol, and begin attaching a suppressor. She glanced at him while fixing the small tube in place. "You don't need to do anything. Just cover my back; we've got some blood to shed."
The gloomy glow in her eyes sent a shiver down his spine, and he nodded. "Damn, wait for me," he cursed lightly, knowing he had no choice but to follow as Ling Qingyu's figure moved away.
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Inside the warehouse, a dim yellow light illuminated everything. Groans and curses echoed through the space. The people, caught up in their lustful atmosphere, didn't care about the dirty environment.
