"Who... who are you?"
The leader, whose legs had been broken by Chen Feng, was losing too much blood and was now as thin as a thread of silk. His eyes were fixed on Chen Feng, filled with unwillingness. Even in death, he wanted to know who had bested him.
"Caesar!"
A gunshot rang out, startling many birds in the nearby woods. The sniper bullet had already shattered his head. Chen Feng, expressionless, stowed his sniper rifle. Whether it was some fish that had slipped through the net or some who had come running, as long as they didn't confront him, he was too lazy to exterminate them thoroughly.
With the leader dead, this place would soon become an empty clearing. By the next spring, the ground would sprout many more weeds and wildflowers. He hoped the soul of the kid he killed could rest in peace—if he had another life, he hoped he wouldn't be born in such a place again.
