C408 Chapter 408

She looked about fifteen or sixteen, but her eyes were ice-cold. Staring at Moh Yao’s back, she looked at her like she was already dead. She trusted her shot—there were only ten bullets like this in the world, all made by her family. Using one to kill a monster like Moh Yao would be good for her, good for everyone, and it would add points to the badge she carried