Chuzheng inspected the entire house, but didn't find anything useful, not even anything related to Simpson Fergus.
Chuzheng descended the stairs, deep in thought.
Crack—
Chuzheng stood on the staircase, seeing a shadowy figure moving inside below, startled by the slight noise.
Bang!
The shadow moved swiftly, firing a shot in Chuzheng's direction with its weapon.
Holding onto the handrail, Chuzheng leaped down.
The dust was stirred up by the wind, mixing with the scent of gunpowder, slightly irritating.
Bang bang bang—
The shadow fired several shots in succession, bullets grazing past Chuzheng's cheek as she bent backward, attacking the shadow at an odd angle.
In close combat, the shadow couldn't use its weapon anymore.
The shadow's martial arts were impressive, slippery like a loach.
It tried to create distance several times, but each time Chuzheng blocked it off.
Crash—
Bam—
The items in the living room were affected, the furniture damaged even more.
Bang—
