Luo Yan put away Star Splitter and walked over to the woman's corpse, searching her body.
He eventually found a black bottle. On it was a silver-gray pattern.
It was a flying bird.
Its wings were narrow and pointed, its beak short and broad, with a curved upper bill and toothlike projections.
It had all the characteristics of a falcon.
Luo Yan put the bottle away.
Then he looked at Li Bohang and Zeng Shan.
The incident had happened too suddenly.
They had reacted quickly.
For the most part, they had not forgotten what they had learned in school.
However.
They were different from Luo Yan.
For them.
This was their first time killing someone.
Especially for Li Bohang.
His marksmanship was godlike.
During shooting class at school, the instructor had praised him.
Within range, he never missed a shot!
Just now, Li Bohang had not thought too much. He had fired with both hands right from the start.
He had taken down six people.
Every one of them had been shot between the eyebrows.
A headshot kill!
But now, he felt deeply uncomfortable.
His face turned pale, then green.
He turned around and began retching in the corner.
Luo Yan stood beside him.
Only after the two had recovered did he say, "Let's go."
They left the alley.
As they walked.
Li Bohang seemed to be asking himself, "Were we a little too ruthless just now?"
"We didn't leave a single survivor."
Luo Yan did not stop walking as he said indifferently, "On the surface, if you aren't ruthless, you'll become meat on someone else's chopping block."
"If you want to live a little longer."
"You have to temper yourself into a cold edge."
"If you don't kill others, they'll kill you."
"Only by killing enough people and hurting