It's been over a month.
The corpse had decayed to the point where only bones were left.
Philip Shaw looked at her and slowly opened his mouth, "I'll give you one more chance."
Aya Candi helplessly said, "I really..."
"Bang!" With a sound, a bullet pierced her calf, blood spurting out with a "whoosh—" and Aya suddenly fell silent, kneeling on one leg on the ground.
She looked in disbelief at the man sitting calmly on the sofa in front of her.
The man still maintained his elegant indifference, holding a gun in his hand, aiming at her, with a faint wisp of white smoke coming from the muzzle.
His action just now was so fast that even she, who was well-trained, couldn't react, and was shot directly in the calf.
Cold sweat dripped down Aya Candi's forehead.
If she had any thought of escape just now, it had utterly disappeared in desperation.
"I'll ask again—where is she now?"
"..."
Philip Shaw's eyes darkened slightly, this time the bullet hit her shoulder directly.
