But when Fu Wangning looked, she almost began to question life itself.
Because what she saw was not Jiang Moxi's body riddled like a hornet's nest, but mercenaries scattered all over the ground.
They lay motionless, each with a bloody hole in the center of their forehead…
Fu Wangning screamed in fright, "No!"
What on earth was happening?
Just now, she clearly saw those mercenaries pointing their guns at Jiang Moxi, how could they all be dead in the blink of an eye?
Could it be that Jiang Moxi was also skilled with firearms?
Just as Fu Wangning tried to dismiss this assumption, something hard suddenly jabbed the back of her head.
Fu Wangning turned around sharply, only to see the dark muzzle of a gun.
Following the barrel upwards, she saw Jiang Moxi holding that gun, her lips slightly upturned into a smirk.
"Fu Wangning, regretting now?"
Fu Wangning felt her heartbeat skip several beats.
