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A black shadow zigzagged at high speed across the grassland, occasionally sparking as bullets collided with metal.
The shadow charged towards the gunman who had ceased firing.
A silvery arc swiftly passed by, and two men fell—one with a fine line of red across his throat, the other's forehead cleanly bisected. Screams of terror followed, and then the gunfire abruptly stopped.
The last one slowly dropped to his knees.
Lin Fei gently withdrew the longsword from his forehead, shook the blade, and the crimson blood beads swiftly slid off.
A beautiful woman with an indifferent expression emerged from the bushes nearby. It was An Caiyuan.
"As a South Korean, you actually help foreigners kill your own countrymen," Lin Fei said softly.
