"Don't think you can fool us. If you want to kill, go ahead!"
Gu Qingluan glanced at him and smiled faintly. "It seems like you're eager to die, so I'll grant your wish."
She pointed her finger and, to the sudden change in his expression, a silver needle pierced his neck just like before.
He fell heavily to the ground.
Gu Qingluan shifted her gaze to the third person.
"What about you? I'll give you one last chance."
The last remaining black-clad figure looked at his deceased comrades and struggled in his gaze.
"If I confess, you must let me go!"
"Agreed."
"Good, I'll tell you, I am..."
Just as he was about to reveal crucial information, his voice suddenly choked, his expression twisted, and blue veins popped out on his neck. His eyes bulged, showing extreme agony.
Both Gu Qingluan and Wei Yuantong noticed something was wrong and rushed forward to try and control him.
But it was too late.