"Boom—"

The sound of the car door closing, engulfed in thunder, Nancy and Poppy get into a black van and disappear in the pouring rain.

Qi Yu looked in the rearview mirror and glanced at a pair of unfathomable single-eyelid eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his thin lips.

In the bulletproof car, only he and the "driver" who drove were left.

The car stopped on the suburban road, crackling with raindrops, the driver's door was suddenly pushed open, a damp cold wind poured in, and Qi Yu's alert function was awakened in an instant.

The other party was extremely agile, and in the blink of an eye, the door of the back seat was opened.

A sturdy figure was already sitting in the place where Nancy was sitting, and when he stretched his arm back, he closed the door by the way, and there was a "bang", and the whole car shook a little.

In the next second, the cold muzzle of the gun had reached the center of Qi Yu's eyebrows.

The other large, bony hand took off the baseball cap from his head, and the rolling rain soaked his black coat.

The delicate face of the dripping water should belong to the youthfulness of the youth, but the eyebrows are full of solemnity, which makes the contour lines of the whole face a little sharper.

"Mu Xuan, it's really you."

Although Mu Xuan was wearing a hat, his eyes were very recognizable, and when talking to Nancy, Qi Yu inadvertently looked in the rearview mirror and immediately recognized it.

I'm afraid Nancy never dreamed that what she thought was a well-thought-out plan would go wrong at the beginning.

Mu Xuan's appearance is obviously not in Nancy's plan.

If he had just agreed to join forces with Nancy to deal with Xi Huaiye and Mu Shien, I am afraid that this carload of people would all die in the hands of Mu Xuan.

Of course, he refused to cooperate with her, not to save her.

Nor to save himself.

Purely because he has no interest in those grievances and hatreds.

"It's not too bad to die at your hands on such a rainy day. Shoot. Qi Yu calmly went to his death, but the young man in front of him slowly raised a sneer of unknown meaning.

The muzzle of the gun against his eyebrows suddenly increased a little harder.

An uncontrollable chill crawled all over his body.

The poppy is ruthless and murderous. But just confronting her, Qi Yu didn't have any special feelings.

And the teenager in front of him ......

The cold murderous aura in his eyes made him chill......

Mu Xuan's voice was wrapped in the heavy rain, but it echoed so sharply:

"Qi Yu, I have killed countless wicked people, but only your life, I don't want to take it." But the muzzle of the gun was still against his head, "This gun is to remind you of the pain of being pierced by a sharp object." ”

Mu Xuan lowered his arm a few points, and the muzzle of the gun was against the left shoulder of Qi Yu's last shot.

"Remember, how much it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Nope."

There was a muffled "bang", and a touch of scarlet suddenly spread over his shoulder, Qi Yu's cry of pain filled the car, and Mu Xuan stretched out his hand back and put the gun on his lap.

"Only when people experience it can they feel the pain."

The sharp pain quickly flushed Qi Yu's eyes, "Damn ......"

He suddenly stood up and wanted to snatch the gun from Mu Xuan's knee, but Mu Xuan's hand was quick, and he slashed at his shoulder with a palm!

"Uh......"

Qi Yu fell on the seat, and had to raise his hands to cover the wound on his left shoulder, and his posture finally had a bit of a mess.

"Mu, Xuan!"

Mu Xuan was still indifferent: "You should call me Xuan directly." ”