It was the same night.
There were different people having a sleepless night in three different places for different reasons.
- Puff! -
Ning Biluo's clothes was tainted with blood. He stabbed his sword into a middle-aged man's throat in a precise and difficult angle. It took him just a few seconds to finish the series of movement. The middle-aged man was dead.
One sword took one life. He maintained his vigilance. He immediately dashed forward and fled away. Behind him, the crowd burst in exclamation. Before the exclamation stopped, several people rushed over to chase him like crazy.
"Kill him! Don't let him go!"
Ning Biluo was crazily fleeing. He had no time to rest. He didn't even have time to taste the joy out of the instant kill.
What led him to the current situation was something he did three months before this night. He killed a young man who was trying to rape a girl.
