Upon seeing the figure that had crashed to the ground, Mo Shangjun felt blood run cold from head to toe.
She remembered the style, color, hat, and weapon of Lu Yang's clothes...
She paused for a few seconds.
"RPG!"
She didn't know who shouted.
Mo Shangjun snapped back to reality but before she could see anything clearly, a force came from the side, knocking her directly to the ground.
Something whizzed past overhead, crashing into Miao Lun's room, erupting instantly into flames, and in a daze, Mo Shangjun seemed to hear Miao Lun's screams.
Mo Shangjun's head buzzed, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she could see Lu Yang lying not far away, very close. In the dim light, she could see the blood on his face. The distant sound of gunfire mixed with explosions and screams echoed as if close by. Her left ear buzzed with a phantom sound, and she struggled to get up, but was pinned down, so she drew her dagger.
At the same time, a familiar voice rang in her ear—
