Two silhouettes of young boys emerged from a distant mound of dirt, breaking into a frantic sprint, racing their way towards them. Mu Liang had long since passed out; Qiao Xia saw his back, bloody and mangled, and covered her head, screaming shrilly, ultimately collapsing beside him.
"It's all your fault, always dragging your feet—the result? Big Brother Mu took so many bullets," Bai Ye complained while running.
"Can you freaking blame me? Coming to the desert on short notice, no preparations, and today there's a sandstorm, sand in the barrel; how can I shoot? That I could take anyone out with a single shot shows my skill. And what's with 'Big Brother Mu'? You're so chummy, psh."
"Shut up!"
Reid, clutching his rifle, stood aside coldly, "A pair of dead lovebirds, no need for saving, at least two bullets hit the heart."
With an aggressive tone, Bai Ye retorted, "Who am I? In this world, is there anyone I can't bring back to life?"
