The ground, covered in feces and urine stains, had two young warriors' corpses lying askew.
One of the corpses, its waist and chest stained red with a massive patch of blood, still clutched a dagger in its hand, thrust into the heart of the other body.
It was none other than Zhang Liuliu and Hu Wei, who had just come to answer nature's call.
Zhang Liuliu's pants zipper was half open, while Hu Wei's trousers were pulled down to his thighs, revealing a right leg turned dark.
There, too, was a bright red stain.
Most likely, it was Zhang Liuliu who made the first move, attacking his vital region, which then led to the stab to the chest.
"This——" Song Qian and Kong Wu also spotted them at a glance and subconsciously cocked their guns.
Song Qian walked over with knitted brows and lightly kicked the soles of the two men's shoes:
"Zhang Liuliu?"
"Hu Wei?"
Neither of them moved.
