Chapter 126
Deep night, heavy rain.
Bo Jinyan walked alone in the rain.
There was no one else on the streets. Lights were still on in some of the buildings, but all was silent. Tonight, this little town was finally quiet, just like a ghost town.
Bo Jinyan held his gun and walked on, his eyes incomparably bright.
We have prepared a reciprocal gift!
Enough to fill several boats . . .
He ran in the direction of the path closest to the riverbank.
As expected, Wen Rong, having been shot, was unable to run fast. Not long later, he heard the sound of footsteps in front of him. Moreover, there were still intact bloodstains on the ground, although these were very quickly being washed away by the rain.
Bo Jinyan’s finger stayed on the trigger.