The fire soared to the sky, presenting a scene of ruins everywhere.
With Fei En's death, the whole Blues organization fell asunder in an instant.
The warplanes above stopped dropping bombs, the sound of their spinning rotors hovering in the sky, stirring up a wild wind.
Jian Qing raised her eyes, looking for Jian Luo.
"Sis!"
Jian Luo's voice echoed from behind.
Jian Qing turned around to see him holding someone, striding briskly towards her.
Jian Luo casually threw the person he was holding to the ground, his dismissive gesture as nonchalant as tossing an old rag.
"Ouch--"
The pain-filled voice rang out. If it wasn't Baggot trying to escape, then who was it?
Being old and frail, Baggot couldn't withstand such a rough treatment from Jian Luo, feeling as if his bones were about to shatter.
"Sis, how should we deal with him?" Jian Luo passed him, his gaze landing on Jian Qing standing behind Baggot.
Upon hearing this, Baggot's face froze in pain, his heart sinking.
