Feng Lie, dressed in black, moved through the torrential rain, his entire demeanor solemn and cold.
The silver handgun in the man's hand was still emitting smoke from the shot just fired.
Feng Lie fixed his dark eyes fiercely in the direction of Feng Jun, his gaze falling on the man's right wrist, which was bleeding profusely, his thin lips pressed tightly together.
Qin Mu: "..."
Feng Lie.
Qin Mu watched as Feng Lie stepped through the mud towards him, his expression stunned.
Conflicting emotions intertwined in his heart.
The last time Feng Lie walked towards him like this, Feng Lei had died in front of him.
Then came the man's desperate cries, almost maddeningly enveloping his ears.
This time... he came.
The confrontation between Feng Jun and himself, he must be fully aware of it.
Indeed, there are no absolute secrets in this world, secrets cannot be kept hidden.
...
Feng Jun's face changed when he saw the sudden appearance of Feng Lie.
