Who could have imagined.
Tang Qing.
Has such terrifying power and influence.
With a flick of the hand.
The bullet pierced through the concrete wall.
The most exaggerated part is that it flew back again, that kind of divine skill, powerful as a demon; opposing such a person, he couldn't muster any fighting spirit, let alone now being thrown here.
He understood.
Tang Qing didn't intend to let any of them leave alive.
Suicide?
The old man shook his head.
No.
Even ants cling to life; during the final stage of life, being able to glance at the world once more is happiness. He never realized that breathing and thinking, usually taken for granted, were so luxurious.
Being alive.
Feels wonderful.
This life.
He had ended many people's lives, and at the end of his own life, those people probably felt the same way.
"Phew..."
Took a deep breath.
