Chamors awaited death in terror, only to hear gunshots and the sounds of his men falling to the ground.
The gunfire stopped, followed by a moment of silence.
He opened his eyes and saw that his men's blood was smeared all over his face, with blood flowing down his forehead and into his eyes.
The stinging sensation in his eyes prevented him from blinking.
As Yin Huaizhu moved, the men in black cleared a path.
Yin Huaizhu walked up to Chamors and looked down at him.
"Whose side are you on?"
His voice carried a cold laugh, devoid of any emotion.
Chamors' lips trembled, too terrified to utter a single word, and his legs gave way, causing him to kneel on the ground.
Yin Huaizhu lowered her eyes gently, her expression warm and even showing pity.
"You won't tell? Then never tell."
Despite the other party's calm tone and gentle expression, Chamors felt an even stronger sense of fear!
His voice trembled as he cried out, "I, I—!"
Before the second "I" could even finish, a sharp dagger was instantly plunged into Chamors's forehead.
Before he could even react, his body had already collapsed to the ground!
He didn't even know how the other party made their move.
Yin Huaizhu wiped her hands with the dark green silk handkerchief in her hand, then threw it on the ground with disgust.
Ha, he already said that he doesn't need to say anything more.
They just wouldn't listen.
Looking at Chamors, whose forehead was pierced by a dagger, his emerald green eyes were still wide open, filled with terror.
Yin Huaizhu casually ordered, "Gouge out his eyes."
He revealed a bloodthirsty smile, a smile that seemed to devour one's soul.
At the same time, a faint pity, which did not match her smile, was revealed in Yin Huaizhu's eyes.
Emerald green—he doesn't deserve it.
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