'Bang'—a gunshot penetrated Xiang Aoran's head!
Xiang Aoran stood there rigidly, slowly turning his head to look in the direction of Xiang Yimo! He could hardly believe that Xiang Yimo would actually shoot at him.
Before he could speak, Xiang Aoran's legs went weak, and he fell to the ground...
In the abandoned old house, several bodies lay scattered around.
The bad guys were all dead, but why did it feel so empty inside?
Zhong Lingling ran towards where Xiang Baobei was hiding and hugged Xiang Baobei's body.
"Baobei, are you okay? Are you hurt? Were you scared out of your mind?" Zhong Lingling gently cradled Xiang Baobei's head, softly speaking to him.
Xiang Baobei's eyes were red, trembling with fear.
Xiang Yimo didn't know when he also entered the house; he held both Zhong Lingling and Xiang Baobei.
It was his first time killing, killing so many people, including his half-brother!
Xiang Yimo felt more sorrowful than anyone, but this was not the time for his grief.
