Under the pitch-black night sky, the Qin Family villa was brightly lit. In the courtyard, the incessant shouts and sounds of fighting filled the air. Qin Wuya barely managed to resist two formidable foes, just shielding Qin Zhiwen and blocking a strike for him. However, another assassin adept at stealth found an opportunity and stabbed from behind.
Schh!
The blade pierced directly through Qin Zhiwen's chest. The bright blade tip, stained with crimson blood, protruded from his chest, brought right before Qin Wuya's eyes.
His expression suddenly filled with terror, he quickly supported Qin Zhiwen and shouted, "Zhiwen!!!"
"Cough, cough cough!!"
Qin Zhiwen coughed violently a few times. This stab had pierced through his heart.
He could feel his life and strength continuously ebbing away from the massive wound on his chest.
His eyes were filled with longing and fear, and he gave Qin Wuya one deep look. He didn't have the chance to say his last words before he weakly collapsed.
