Everyone looked at her in disbelief.
He had personally shot a person to death, but he did not even look at him.
After that, his expression was so indifferent that it was as if nothing had happened.
After a long while, Yu Song closed his mouth and glanced at Yuan Sichun.
He had let her down.
One shot.
He died cleanly.
Shen Fanxing turned around and walked to Qi Mohan's side. She returned the magazine to him.
"Thank you."
Qi Mohan took it and weighed it.
He had only used one bullet.
Then, she walked to Bo Jinchuan and smiled at him.
"I'm sleepy. I want to sleep."
Bo Jinchuan grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace.
He didn't let go of her and secretly checked her pulse.
She was as calm as she appeared.
Bo Jinchuan carried Shen Fanxing as though there was no one around.
She turned around and walked out.