Song Heping didn't intend to make a move from the darkness; hiding behind the cabin door, he silently stayed alert until the screams in the corridor gradually subsided. Only then did he slowly extend his gun around the door, sending two "peanuts" to the unfortunate soul who had just regained some consciousness.
Pop pop—
The forehead of the pirate who had killed his own companion burst open, with brain matter spraying from the back of his head. The man quickly fell to the ground without even a whimper, dying more cleanly and neatly than anyone else.
Jiang Feng, seeing this, gave Song Heping another thumbs-up.
He realized that he had seen someone who could fight with such fluidity.
Although he himself was fierce, something was missing, some indescribable feeling.
Watching Song Heping kill was not terrifying at all, not in the slightest; instead, there was a sense of enjoyment, like appreciating an art performance.
This reminded Jiang Feng of a term—born killer.
Exactly.
