THUD!!!
The three men collapsed onto the yellow sand, glaring at Qin Feiyang with resentment before breathing their last.
Qin Feiyang retrieved the Qiankun Bag, stepped out from behind the sand dune, and gazed towards the entrance.
He vaguely saw seven figures speeding towards them.
Evidently, the earlier screams of the three men had alerted them.
A cold glint flashed in Qin Feiyang's eyes. He turned and walked over to the three corpses. With a mere thought, he vanished without a trace.
Not long after, the seven individuals arrived by the sand dune.
The one in the lead was the old man in black.
One of the burly men pointed at the three corpses on the ground and exclaimed in shock, "Quick, they've been killed!"
The old man in black walked over for a look, his face turning exceedingly grim.
A single, fatal slash to the throat… Isn't this Qin Feiyang's usual assassination method? That damned little brat, truly so cunning!
"Commander, in my opinion, we should just drop it!"
