There were still footprints left in the snow; judging by the size of the footprints, they should belong to a woman.
But what was strange was that there were footprints in the snow, blood dripping the entire way along, but no sign of any human figure.
The footprints abruptly ended ahead, as if they had suddenly disappeared.
Yang Gang stood in place, a frown creasing his brows, without any clue in mind.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps in the snow began, followed by several masked men materializing in his field of vision.
Before Yang Gang had a chance to respond, the masked men began shooting directly at him.
Bang!
The bullet hit a small tree beside Yang Gang, leaving a bullet hole.
"Damn it!" Yang Gang quickly dodged behind a large tree, waving his hand triggering the fluttering of snowflakes around him, trapping the masked men inside.
"What the hell is this!" one of the masked men spat out in discontent.
