Blood was still seeping from the bullet hole on the skull of the lone dragon lying on the ground, his neck a bright red, blood having dried up, eyes wide open in death—filled with reluctance.
When Ning Fan arrived at the scene and saw the charming assassin Ouyang Feifei, he knew that she had helped him again.
She was dressed in the same familiar attire, a nifty outfit that showcased her perfect figure, a faint smile on her beautiful face, her starry eyes glinting mysteriously as they watched Ning Fan's face.
"Isn't it me, Lord Asura, dear, I've helped you out once again!"
A cunning smirk flitted across Ouyang Feifei's beautiful eyes as she stared playfully at Ning Fan.
Upon hearing this, Ning Fan couldn't help but offer a bitter smile, knowing he owed Ouyang Feifei another favor, adding to the ones from before, uncertain how long it would take to repay them all.
