Qian Xue clutched his rifle, taking the lead, his face so sullen it was as if water could drip from his cheeks. His wound had been treated, taken care of with simple stitches and covered with a piece of medical gauze, but it was still soaked with seeping blood.
"Kill all of you, kill all of you!" Qian Xue cursed in his heart, using this manner to vent his irritation and rage, single-mindedly thinking about how to wipe them all out, "Even if I die, I will drag everyone down with me."
Having been beaten up several times, Qian Xue had become completely fixated on revenge, especially towards Teng Yuangxiang. He wanted that damn woman to know the consequences of offending him, "I'm definitely going to sell you to Brazil to become a prostitute, to be ravaged by those black devils."
