"Thank you, thank you all."
"Then let's go!"
"Wait, what about this woman?" Another woman pointed her gun at Chen Jing, who was cowering on the ground.
At this moment, Chen Jing felt a mix of fear and anger, but mostly an overwhelming concern for her own life. She saw the disregard for life and the ease of killing in these women's eyes.
In terms of skills, reactions, and escaping, she was no match.
What should she do?
Should she betray her own people like Ding Jiaqi? Or an innocent little boy?
She couldn't do it. If survival meant living that way, she would be miserable forever, living in self-reproach and guilt.
That would be more painful than death.
After much internal struggle, Chen Jing finally looked towards Ding Jiaqi, hoping she could speak up for her based on past friendship. She knew this was somewhat selfish, but...
However, before Chen Jing could feel guilty or remorseful, her heart sank when she met Ding Jiaqi's cold, even hateful gaze.
