On the hillside, Memoria Campbell rushed down holding her gun, looking left and right without spotting Cold Xiaoxie's car.
"Where are they?!"
She turned to ask a member of the Flying Tiger Team.
"Escaped."
The other's tone was somewhat helpless.
Just as Memoria was about to sigh with relief, someone far away shouted, "There's a corpse here!"
Her heart tightened, and she turned and rushed toward the direction of the voice, cutting through the crowd, only to see a man's corpse lying facedown on the ground, wearing a black T-shirt, his head bloody and mangled.
Memoria took a closer look and confirmed it wasn't Cold Xiaoxie, relaxing slightly.
"Where are the others?"
"There are two more in the car, a driver and another one in the back seat."
Someone introduced the situation to her.
Upon hearing this, Memoria finally let out a long breath of relief.
All around, the Flying Tiger Team members had begun cleaning up the aftermath.
