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Chu Yang swept his gaze over Li Shihu, "If you don't die, those who were burned alive will not rest in peace!"
"No... don't... I don't want to die..." Li Shihu stood up and started to run.
Bang!
Chu Yang punched through Li Shihu's back.
Splurt!
A blood arrow sprayed out from Li Shihu's mouth.
A fist-sized bloody hole appeared on his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Chu Yang's cold, merciless eyes watched Li Shihu's corpse, picked up a machete from the ground, and walked towards Li Shihu's body...
After coming out of the warehouse, Chu Yang was holding a plastic bag, looked around, and saw a jute sack near the warehouse door.
Chu Yang walked over, picked up the jute sack, and put the plastic bag inside it.
"There are still six or seven hours until eight o'clock tonight."
"I'll wait here."
Chu Yang sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
The sun set, and the sky gradually darkened.
