Jiang Guangrong's entire right hand shook violently, his teeth trembled uncontrollably, and a clear sound of teeth clashing echoed.
Zheng Xueyun closed his eyes and suddenly shouted, "Do it! Are you a coward?"
"Bang"
"Ah!"
A loud gunshot rang through the corridor, followed by a man's heartbroken sobbing.
Zuo Muyang and his men quickly arrived there. What he saw was blood, blood on the floor, blood on the walls.
Jiang Guangrong was holding the blood-soaked Zheng Xueyun. Zheng Xueyun's face was calm. There was a small hole on his forehead. The cement wall behind his head was covered with blood. At this moment, Jiang Guangrong was drenched in blood. Blood, sweat, and his own tears mixed together, forming the saddest liquid.
Zuo Muyang sighed, "Zheng Xueyun and I were college classmates. I didn't expect her to leave like this. Unfortunately, Zheng Xueyun was a dignified woman, let alone others."
Zuo Muyang made a deep bow to Zheng Xueyun.
