"Cough, cough, cough—"
Lying in a pool of blood, Lin Yi started coughing violently.
The cold air he breathed in felt like knives.
Every breath was excruciatingly painful.
Bleh—
Lin Yi couldn't hold it back and spat out another mouthful of fresh blood.
The snow, stained with bright red blood, was particularly glaring.
"Lin Bro!"
Luo Qi clutched his abdomen and staggered toward Lin Yi, attempting to check his injuries.
Cough, cough, cough—
Lin Yi responded with another bout of coughing and only calmed down after a while.
He staggered to his feet, staring intently at Treliso.
"You're pretty good, but you're not my match. Still want to keep going?" Treliso said indifferently.
In his eyes, Lin Yi was his prey.
When to kill him was entirely up to his mood.
"Cut the crap!"
Luo Qi raised his gun again, aiming it at Treliso.
"Before we die, we want to take you down too."
"I told you, that thing is useless against me. It won't affect the outcome."
