After throwing Piao Gecang out, Moli immediately moved to Liang Dashu's side, then turned around and shielded him.
"We didn't develop a cure, so we aren't able to give you one even if you kill us," Moli stared at Tang He and said to him fearlessly, even though she knew that this man was at a much higher level than her.
Piao Gecang struggled up from the ground, yelling with disbelief, "That's impossible… You must have a cure… You're lying… I know you have…"
At that moment, Tang He waved a hand. Following his movement, Liang Dashu's gun, which had become a long and sharp needle thorn floating in the air, suddenly turned around and flew toward Piao Gecang's head.
Puff!
Piao Gecang popped his eyes in shock when that metal thorn pierced into his head and sunk deep into his skull. A stream of dark-red blood flowed down his face from the middle of his eyebrows.
Thud! Soon, he fell to the ground.