A Good Thing

When he turned his head, he saw Bo Wei's head exploding like a watermelon.

Bright red blood splattered on the faces of the two people beside her, instantly blurring their vision.

They moved slightly and Bo Wei's body swayed before they lifted him up forcefully.

One shot.

Bo Yuelin looked at Bo Wei's widened eyes and suddenly felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He thought that he was just scaring him with a gun.

Unexpectedly, he really shot someone in front of him.

The gunshots were drowned out by the news broadcast.

They could hear a gunshot, but no one would have thought that someone would really kill someone with a gun.

Bo Jinchuan returned the gun to Yu Song calmly.

"A gun is a good thing," said Bo Jinchuan.

When dealing with people, it was simple and efficient.

She didn't have to worry about getting close to the person she hated, let alone being tainted by the filthy blood.