There's the smell of gunpowder

Lei Xiao did not say anything. His broad palm ran along Lin Hanxing's slightly curled and soft hair.

A passerby passed by the two of them.

Lin Hanxing's expression froze as he looked at the backs of the two people who had just passed by.

"Ah Xiao, the person you were talking to just now, do you want him to live or die?"

Lin Hanxing's voice turned cold again.

To put it in another way, was that person an enemy or a friend?

Lei Xiao followed Lin Hanxing's gaze.

The two 'passersby' had already disappeared from the side door of the mall that led to the parking lot.

"You're saying those two ..."

"There's the smell of gunpowder on their bodies."

Lin Hanxing's eyes turned cold.

Ordinary people might not be able to smell it, but how could she not be familiar with this smell?

"Hanxing, wait for me here!"

It was very difficult for Lei Xiao to use a few words to describe his relationship with Shangguan shixiu, which seemed to be both friend and foe.