Like taking a leisurely stroll in his own backyard, Yin Shangwu held his Tang Sword in one hand and walked out from his hiding place, paying no mind to the three wolves. He blankly stared in the direction where Tang Zheng had departed.
"This guy still lacks discipline." Yin Shangwu couldn't stand Tang Zheng's Samaritan mindset. Everyone else was fighting desperately to make it home alive, but he ironically had the leisure to play the Good Samaritan. This was an insult to the very meaning of a survivor.
The three white-collar women had witnessed Yin Shangwu's ruthless killing demeanor just now. At this moment, they dared not make rash moves. The dense forest fell silent for a moment, only accompanied by the rustling sound of sea breeze brushing through the leaves.
"What do you want?" The minute seemed as long as a century, and their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat. Finally, the woman in a suspender shirt couldn't help asking.
