It was three in the morning, and the sky had yet to break dawn.
In this abandoned factory courtyard, a momentary silence spread.
Not a single person among the dozens, perhaps hundreds behind Gu Jiangnian dared to make a sound.
First: it was because Gu Jiangchen, that lunatic, had hardened his heart to kill Jiang Muwan.
Second: they were awed by Gu Jiangnian's precise and ruthless marksmanship.
Third: they were frightened by the scene before them.
Jiang Muwan and Gu Jiangchen both looked wretched, covered in blood.
The sight alone was enough to make people think of a desperate fight to the death.
That a normal woman could still be alive after being in the hands of a madman was no small feat.
Previously, Fu Jing had some doubts about Gu Jiangnian's words. When a wife was kidnapped and this man had numerous excuses not to call the police, she had reason to suspect the purpose of the kidnapping, and Jiang Muwan still had some leverage.
