A sharpshooter!
A daunting aura of murder!
Having spent years in the military with a gun never out of reach, even after being discharged, Tang Xiao often went to the shooting range...
Her impeccable marksmanship perfectly exemplified the notion of hitting the target at every shot, striking exactly where she aimed.
No matter how well trained or skilled in martial arts...
How could the flesh and blood of Martial Artists stand against bullets?
Numerous elite Martial Artists, known as Ninja-level experts, capable of taking on several men unarmed, or fighting more than ten with a knife.
And now...
They lay sprawled across the floor, precisely picked off one by one by Tang Xiao.
Each met an exceptionally tragic end, still clutching various weapons like nunchucks, wooden sticks, and batons.
Some, even after death, still had their eyes wide open—an unmistakable sign of dying without closure.
...
At the entrance of the hall.
