Beitang Feng's terrifying gaze swept across, and his figure quickly darted forward.
Li Qiyu couldn't even see how Beitang Feng moved, his clenched fists, the veins throbbing in his throat—the aura of danger was fatal.
Ling Ran raised his hand, and an anesthetic injection suddenly shot out.
Beitang Feng, like a lion leaping forth, hadn't even touched Ling Ran's hair when his body got pricked by the needle.
"I'm sorry, Feng..." Ling Ran's eyes filled with immense sorrow, "Everything will end soon, you won't suffer much longer."
The strength in Beitang Feng's body drained away, his body swayed, "Ling Ran, how dare you betray me."
"It's not betrayal, rather eternal loyalty..." Ling Ran stepped forward, "Feng, you've become so thin, not even human-like. For a woman, you're willing to give up your life. Such a big group of brothers, you said no and it's gone, we're all very hurt."
Beitang Feng's last bit of strength grabbed tightly onto Ling Ran's neck.
