The man in the red mask scoffed coldly, a malicious gleam flashed in his eyes as he glanced towards Jian Qing.
On the other side, Jian Qing had nearly dealt with all the men in black who were attacking her.
Seeing Jian Qing's unguarded back, an ominous glint crossed his eyes. He twisted his wrist and let a hidden dart fly.
The dart was heading straight for Jian Qing.
"You're courting death."
Quan Jingwu's deep purple eyes were filled with a murderous rage as he pulled the trigger, blowing off the head of the man in the red mask.
He then dropped his gun and ran quickly towards Jian Qing.
"Darling, move away."
His deep voice, laced with worry, echoed in Jian Qing's ears.
However, Jian Qing was entangled by the few black-clad men left, as if they had agreed in advance to latch onto Jian Qing relentlessly.
Hearing Quan Jingwu's roar, Jian Qing's eyes darkened. She grabbed one man's neck, her fingers twisting with such force that the man's life ended instantly.
