Thirty minutes later.
Xiyan arrived alone at an abandoned factory.
She had received a threatening phone call, claiming that as long as she came alone, Ou Xiaoluo would return safely tonight.
This factory had been deserted for a long time—usually devoid of people—and now, with evening approaching, the surroundings were imbued with a chilling coldness.
So... so terrifying.
Xiyan swallowed hard, clenched her fists tightly, and demanded, "Xia Shiyi, where are you?"
Suddenly, something hard and cold was pressed against the back of Xiyan's head.
Ah!
She turned her head in shock and saw Luo Xueying standing right behind her, holding... a black gun!
What the hell—it's a real gun!
Luo Xueying looked at Xiyan, her face full of hatred. "You'd better not move, or I'll blow your brains out right now!"
What the heck? Why is something that's supposed to be a prop in TV dramas showing up in real life?
Isn't a gun like this supposed to be il-leg-al?!
