Agent 17 advanced with calculated steps towards the fallen Ren Zirui, whose pained groans filled the air. The masked figure, harboring an aura of cold determination, delivered a brutal punch to Ren Zirui's knee, the sickening sound of breaking bones echoing through the night.
In the car, Li Chen's anger surged, and he instinctively reached for the door handle, ready to intervene. However, Sun Lixia, sensing the impending danger, gripped his arm with urgency. "Don't go out there. I don't want to lose you," she pleaded, her eyes reflecting the fear and desperation she felt.
Li Chen, torn between the desire to protect and the impulse to retaliate, struggled against the emotional turmoil. "I can't let him kill Ren Zirui," he declared, his voice filled with a mix of determination and frustration.
Sun Lixia, with a firm grip on Li Chen's arm, tried to reassure him. "Agent 17 never kills anyone apart from his target. Trust me, we need to stay in the car."
