"This damn woman."
The male with the Wei surname glanced at Qiao Ying's body lying on the ground, a slight squint in his eyes.
If it weren't for her harboring ill intentions during the mission and insisting on getting involved with that young man, things wouldn't have escalated to this extent.
"Fortunately, she knew the task was more important... The trap is set, now to see what role it will play later."
The man with the Wei surname shifted his gaze from Qiao Ying's body to the young man not far away, who was spotlessly clean from head to toe.
He very steadily unscrewed the cylinder of the revolver in his hand, silently loaded brass bullets into it.
When he got to the last one, he took out a bullet that was all red and had a much sharper tip.
After loading, he put the cylinder back in place, gave it a twist, and positioned the red bullet at the sixth round.
