"No..."
Just as the words escaped the mouths of two Qinghe Gang members, a sharp dagger pierced their chests in succession, and within moments, both were lifeless.
Zhang He, having finished all this, sat down heavily on the ground, his chest heaving violently, heart racing. He looked at his blood-soaked hands, momentarily dazed.
In his mind, an echo kept ringing.
"I killed Qinghe Gang members, I killed Qinghe Gang members..."
For commoners, the Qinghe Gang was more feared than the Government Office.
"What, lost your spirit after killing two people?"
Chen Mo found the "Cyan Turtle" next to the dead beautiful woman. His intuition told him that this turtle might just be the "Purple Sun Turtle."
"No... No." Zhang He hurriedly stood up.
"Then don't just stand there, search each one, and take all the money and valuables from them. This isn't a place to linger, so leave quickly once you're done."
