Watching the departing plane, Zhang Beixing murmured softly.
Then he refocused on the present, looking at those fugitives on the run, his eyes cold as winter without a trace of pity.
His legs squeezed.
Left hand holding a knife, right hand holding a gun.
He charged directly at them!
Like a wolf into a flock of sheep.
Heart-wrenching screams rose and fell, continuous and unending!
Half an hour later.
Under the joint attack of Zhang Beixing and those Martial Artists.
The scene was a mess.
The car scrapped by a slash from Zhang Beixing.
The crater left by the RPG explosion.
As well as those bodies unable to rest in peace, faces frozen in terror.
And the pools of blood accumulating.
Such a sight startled Sophia Zhou and other Martial Artists who had just arrived.
If they hadn't seen Zhang Beixing's figure among them.
They might have even questioned whether they'd taken a wrong turn, arriving in Hell!
"Beixing, are you okay?"
