Watching Li Yiren display her Heaven-Sent Ability, Shao Zifeng's heart was tumultuous.
No wonder she was able to develop special skills for mutant creatures; there indeed exists such Heaven-Sent Abilities.
Swish.
Li Yiren stopped writing and glanced at Shao Zifeng curiously, standing up and shaking her sketchbook, "All the intelligence he could provide is here, as for him..."
"Leave him to me," Li Yiming glanced at Shao Zifeng, crouched down, and reached into his embrace.
Pu chi—
Before the Korean man could react, a dagger glittering with cold light stabbed into his neck.
Bright red blood splattered across the rubble; watching the man collapse in a pool of blood, Li Yiming's face showed no change.
Shao Zifeng fell silent, unsure of what they had experienced over the years. After all, it was at his instigation that Li Yiming hurt someone for the first time, and the changes over the years were truly too great.
