"Pfft~ cough cough~"

Lin Juncheng knelt on the ground, coughing up a clump of blood.

Chu Yuan went all out; he grabbed Lin Juncheng by the hair, pulled a military knife from his boot, and held it against Lin's neck.

"Hehe~ Kid, I'm giving you a way out but you don't want it. Then stay here. I think the feng shui here is good. When the beast tide starts in a while, you won't even need a grave, which will save me trouble."

"Kill...kill..."

"Kill?" Chu Yuan leaned closer: "You're quite persistent."

"Splash, splash~"

Just then, Chu Yuan paused in his grip on his hair, and then heard a cacophony of sounds around him. He glanced at his wrist; it was already ten o'clock.

"Tsk! You got off easy!" Seeing this, Chu Yuan released Lin Juncheng's hair, wiped his hands on his body, and then turned and walked into the tent.

But Lin Juncheng, who was kneeling on the ground behind him, slowly stretched out his hand. The next second, a grenade appeared in his palm. He pulled the pin and gently threw it at Chu Yuan's feet.

He grinned, his mouth slick with blood: "Hey! You'll die with me too..."

Chu Yuan's survival after fighting for over a decade wasn't due to luck. It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head; when the grenade rolled to his feet, he delivered a flying kick, successfully returning the item to Lin Juncheng.

Before Lin Juncheng's smile could fade, his vision blurred, and with a deafening sound, his body was blown to pieces.

Xiao Jin rolled over inside the tent and shoved her earphones in even more irritably, while Zhou Nan on the other side trembled all over, clutching his head and curling up in the blankets.

[ps: ︿(￣︶￣)︿ Thank you so much to the boss (Seven Cats Book Friend_0) for the reward! May you make a fortune (??ω??)? May you make a fortune!]