Jiang Xiaomin lay on the table, bleeding like a pour, and his whole body twitched for a while, then there was no movement.

The masked man looked at the time, covered Jiang Xiaomin's coat on his head and hid behind the door...

After a while, Wu Yinan came in.

"Xiaomin... Sorry, I'm late. Wu Yinan pushed open the door and came in. He said as he walked, he saw Jiang Xiaomin lying on the table, a dress covering his head and blood dripping under the table.

"Ah, Xiaomin!" Wu Yinan screamed, a cool breeze passed by her ear, and a cold light flashed across Wu Yinan's head.

With a wave...