In the dense jungle.
Murderous intent surged.
Xu Zhi Rou, grasping her gun, stared intently at Beitiao Qian Naizi who was thirty meters away.
The two were old acquaintances.
"You slipped away last time, but this time I want to see where you can run. Tell your men not to move, or don't blame me for not treating the prisoners well!"
Xu Zhi Rou felt somewhat surprised.
But the dark muzzle of her gun was aimed at Beitiao Qian Naizi.
The bullets were filled with mercury, specially designed to take down Martial Artists.
No one below the level of a great master could withstand them.
"Prisoner, do you really think you can catch me with that broken gun of yours?"
Beitiao Qian Naizi looked disdainfully at Xu Zhi Rou.
The Samurai beside her stood still, motionless.
"Clearly, that is the case, and the ammunition was delivered to me by you."
Xu Zhi Rou said coldly, "You escaped last time, but this time you can't even fly away. Surrender now, and I can spare your life."
