The blade returned to its sheath, fresh blood splattered all over the ground.
"This is already the seventh, have they gone mad?"
Shaosiming turned her head to look at the corpse on the ground, kicked it coldly, while the masked man by her side wiped the blood off his chest, gave her a glance, and remained silent. However, a person squatting on the wall nearby laughed and said: "Heard we've got a bounty on our heads, haven't you heard?"
"A bounty?" Shaosiming, with her arms crossed, asked: "Who put out a bounty on us?"
"Who else could it be? Siwu, what do you say."
Siwu stood aside without saying a word, his arms crossed. He was responsible for the construction of the team's faction, but the current situation had obviously exceeded his expectations. Once regarded as a divine envoy, he was now treated like a rat crossing the street.
