In front of everyone's eyes, Lan Qisheng, who had been holding the prisoner just moments ago, suddenly released him and clutched his hand, which was dripping with blood.
It all happened in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone in shock. They hadn't even processed what had just occurred. Even Lan Qisheng's subordinates were at a loss. Of course, as trained soldiers, they had been completely focused on their surroundings the moment they arrived. Their eyes had been locked onto the terrorists ahead of them, tracking every movement. Yet, they hadn't seen anything suspicious. No one had fired a gun. They were certain—not a single terrorist had pulled the trigger.
So the question remained: Who had shot their commander?
Lan Qisheng clutched his wounded hand, his bloodshot eyes scanning the people before him.
"Are you part of the terrorist organization too?" he demanded angrily. Truthfully, there was no need to ask. The answer was already clear.
