Then he staggered again and quickly continued running.

"Li"

"elder brother!"

The next moment his blue pupils dilated slightly.

He saw the black-haired young man in the ruins.

There were piles of stones on the cracked ground, and in the middle of the rubble, a bloodstained head emerged. The familiar face had closed eyes and was covered in dirt.

Blood spread among the stones.

And on top of the stone that was pressing him down, a pair of leather shoes was stepping on the stone.

Looking upwards, the strange man in a white windbreaker turned his head. He had a silver mask on his left eye, and a pair of red pupils as beautiful as pomegranates swept over him.

This is a man who looks good even with half of his face covered. He seems like a beautiful white flower under the dark clouds.

Hearing this, the stranger smiled casually and said nonchalantly: "Oh, are you calling me?"

"It's not good to get close to someone casually." He said in a tone of confusion, as if he was not stepping on the dead body of someone else's brother.

Li is dead.

Killed by the man in front of me.

In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness enveloped the room.