The night was pitch black.
A figure stood coldly over the ruins of the flattered houses, pulling out a walkie-talkie with a swish of his hand.
"There's a situation, Qu Lianghong is dead."
He said it briefly, crushed the walkie-talkie, and stared at the ruins of the house.
With a "clatter", a hole broke open in the ruins of the houses, and Li Jing stood up, dust-covered, and then looked up.
Their gazes met.
The atmosphere became stagnant for a moment, and the figure narrowed his eyes.
"And you must be the patrol?"
"Aren't you running away?"
Li Jing countered.
"I'll kill you first before leaving."
The figure snorted coldly, and a surge of evil energy exploded from his body. He drew out a blood-colored long knife and lightly threw it.
As soon as the blood-colored long knife left his hand, it immediately turned into a sharp knife light and fell down.
The knife light was extremely fast.