Qin Qin coldly watched the triumphant Jing Zhiyue, then turned her gaze toward the suffering Mo Yunchen.
A figure flashed in like lightning from outside, an aged right hand clutching the barrel of a heavy machine gun and yanking it, the person holding the weapon was kicked away forcefully and died.
"Qi Shangyi!" Once she saw the man's face clearly, Jing Zhiyue screamed out loud.
Qi Shangyi stood in front of Qin Qin, his blood-red cheeks coldly observing Jing Zhiyue and the shocked Mo Haoxuan.
Qi Shangyi tossed the heavy machine gun before him, and no one dared to come forward and take it.
"Qin Yuanshuang, you really do have nine lives," Qi Shangyi's deep voice rose, cold and dark as the depths of a cold pond.
Looking at Qi Shangyi, Jing Zhiyue trembled slightly, subconsciously afraid of him, after all, she had been killed by Qi Shangyi in her past life.