The Lone Wolf intended to fire another shot, but a piece of rubble accurately struck his head.
"I—I am the person you're looking for, right?" Shanshan's voice trembled uncontrollably; she had witnessed everything that just happened.
Instinct told her she should run like the other children, but she couldn't bear to watch this gentle sister die like this, especially when the latter had protected her just a little while ago.
Summoning her courage, Shanshan started running into the alleys, and the mercenaries who recognized her quickly gave chase.
Another slender figure emerged, her exquisite dress hanging wetly, and she looked at the body on the ground, resembling a broken rag doll; Shu Tong's face turned pale.
Bright red cotton fibers were exposed, scorched skin cracked into countless fissures, and with every passing second, Tang Xin's body temperature dropped in the cold rain, her vitality fading like a flower about to wither just after blooming.
