"Don't go home tonight. Just wait behind that trash bin. I'll have Liu Erbao come to pick you up," Ren He said quietly, standing next to the body of the assassin. It was the first time he had killed with his own hands, and the direct experience of life slipping away was tough to bear, even if the other party was an enemy.
In his past life as well as this one, Ren He never imagined he would be caught in such a deadly pursuit. His mood was inevitably complex.
But it seemed that when the Divine Punishment System had granted him Master Firearms Skills, the scenes of killing, although evoking compassion, also equipped him with the mindset to adapt quickly.
Now was not the time for sentimental sorrows. His life, the lives of his loved ones, and Yang Xi's life were always above others. This was Ren He's unbreakable rule deep inside his heart.
Life is indeed precious, but it is not untouchable.
