No Way Out

"Urgh… Urgh… Urgh…" He made a low sound of despair. His grip was so tight that Xia Jinyuan's calves seemed to be bruised.

There was a rustling sound nearby. It sounded like someone was crawling slowly in the bushes. Xia Jinyuan raised his head abruptly with a cold gaze. At the same time, he raised the gun in his hand.

Bang… Bang…

Two shots were fired. The first shot was followed by a scream. The second shot was silent.

The translator, who was so frightened that he wanted to leave secretly, was killed just like that.

The thick and sturdy soles of his shoes stepped on Qin Maosheng's injured neck. Blood instantly soaked through the bandages. Qin Maosheng's short but sturdy body started twitching violently from the pain.

It was too painful. It was even more painful than being dismembered. The more he knew that his life was coming to an end, the more his mind collapsed. He didn't want to die, but the person who wanted him to die wouldn't stop.