"Thank heavens, I finally escaped," Hu Santong silently rejoiced in his heart. He had been crouched down, blindly rushing through the smoke, bullets whizzing past overhead, practically scared to the point of pissing himself. To his surprise, he hadn't been hit by a single shot and had managed to escape. Thinking about it, he really did have luck on his side.
Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Instinctively, he pulled out a dagger and looked back, only to see Yang Qinxue—it was another member of the Vermilion Bird Group.
"Ha, you managed to get out too, thank heavens, that's really great."
But Yang Qinxue seemed a bit panicked, "Old Ma is dead."
"What!? How did he die?" Hu Santong asked in shock.
"Sniped. He was running in front of me, but he forgot to use Stealth. The moment we got out of the building, he was shot in the head. His brains were blown out, a really grisly death."