Mu Qi looked at Mu Ba.
Slowly, he lowered the gun in his hand.
Mu Ba's eyes reddened as he looked at Mu Qi, struggling to say, "Ignore me, if you escape, you can still find sir's whereabouts!"
Mu Qi had always been better at combat than Mu Ba—even with the overwhelming numbers, he should be able to fight his way out alone.
Even if he got injured, it wouldn't cost him his life.
However, looking at his brother, Mu Qi suddenly felt that the gun in his hand weighed a thousand pounds. If he raised it, the first to die would be his own brother. If he put it down, they could both die.
What should he do now?
Gritting his teeth so hard that his gums ached, all the veins in Mu Qi's body bulged.
Leading them was a tall and sturdy man with an Asian face. A prominent crisscross scar on his face gave him an even more ferocious look.
Through his previous research, Mu Qi easily recognized this man—the top assassin of QM, Jack, QM's right-hand man.
