Xing Wudi and Feng Qing looked at each other. In the wind and rain, Feng Qing's delicate snow-white face was filled with killing intent. Her clear eyes exuded coldness and ruthlessness. Looking at the rocket launcher on Feng Qing's shoulder, Xing Wudi finally understood. No wonder he had a familiar feeling when he saw Xie Jiuhan shoot just now. It turned out that Xie Jiuhan and Feng Qing's gun and shooting methods were identical. If he didn't guess wrong, Feng Qing's unparalleled marksmanship was very likely taught by Xie Jiuhan.
Looking at the woman's delicate face in the wind and rain, the corners of Xing Wudi's mouth curled up again. Then, he raised his hand and pointed at his feet. He was signaling Feng Qing to fire at him. He also wanted to see if Feng Qing was really going to pull the trigger. Would she really kill him for Xie Jiuhan?
