Hua Fu scoffed coldly, "Where's the stuff?"
He grabbed Copper Coin's messy hair and yanked it back sharply, the pitch-black muzzle of his gun shifting position once again.
"I don't have what you're looking for." Old Hei gritted his teeth, glaring at him with such fury it seemed he wanted to peel him alive with just his gaze.
Another gunshot rang out.
Copper Coin's other leg was hit again.
Scarlet blood, darkened as it dripped, merged into the grass below.
The thick stench of blood mingled with the fragrant smell of earth, lingering at the tip of Yu Zhi's nose nearby.
A flash of crimson passed through her eyes, and her breathing suddenly became much more irregular. The air around her turned as icy as the depths of a bitter winter.
Suppressing the violent impulses surging within her, Yu Zhi covered her nose and mouth, retreating to the living room. Through the glass window, she continued to watch the scene unfolding outside.
