"Zhan Xiaotuo, are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid, Ou Xiaolan."
"Then let's chase after them and see."
"Alright."
Ou Lan took Zhan Lingtao's little hand, disregarding the wet stains on her body, she also stepped onto the small bridge, and followed the chase.
The killer was clearly a practitioner. From her chosen attack location and her way of hiding, it was obvious she was formidable.
Unfortunately, she encountered Zhan Moxiao, whose visual acuity and hearing ability were astounding. Her disguise was torn apart.
Her skills were far inferior to Zhan Moxiao, and combined with her injuries, she was soon caught up by Zhan Moxiao.
The woman was extremely panicked. She wore a big mask and a sun hat, dressed in black, dodging and avoiding, afraid that Zhan Moxiao would recognize her.
Zhan Moxiao did not intend to kill her at this moment; he wanted to keep her alive to interrogate her.
His gun was out of bullets, so he kicked a small stone while running.
