Bang! Bang!...
Liang Hui advanced with a step, his body swaying casually.
Each time he sidestepped, he managed to dodge the gunfire with perfect timing.
Crouching in a tall building, a gaunt man supported a sniper rifle.
Fear flooded his face as he continued to pull the trigger relentlessly.
Ah! Ah!
The man let out meaningless screams.
He didn't want to die.
But as the youth's figure entered the high-rise beneath his feet,
the gaunt man's arms loosened their hold on the rifle, and he collapsed to the ground.
Tears mixed with snot streamed down his cheeks.
It wasn't that he lacked mental fortitude.
It was that anyone who witnessed nearly a hundred fully armed comrades slaughtered like chickens would react the same way.
Tap! Tap!
The crisp sound of footsteps, like a death knell from hell.
A tall figure appeared at the end of the line of sight.
The blood-stained yellow robe, the face showing contentment, blood dripping from his palm.
