The sound of gunfire echoed across the skies of Qingpan Mountain, startling countless birds resting in the once tranquil mountains and forests.
An Yi, Xu Yushi, and the others looked incredulously at the lifeless woman on the ground. The red bullet hole on her forehead was still bleeding, but it was evident that she had no chance of survival.
Stiffly turning to look at the young man who fired, they saw him standing on the car seat, head slightly lowered, his bangs covering his eyes. His arm was outstretched, and the gun in his hand was still emitting grayish-white smoke, indicating that he was the one who fired.
This person... actually killed his own mother with his own hands...
Feeling the person behind him take an incredulous step back, Meng Chi opened his mouth, eyes shifting to the deceased Xia Shi, then back to Bi Xia. Meng Chi suddenly paused, then stepped forward to stand firmly by Bi Xia's side.
