C118 Hawkeye died tragically

At twelve-thirty in the morning, Ying Yan finally reached the door of Wang Xiaoyu's residence with one eye narrowed.

He held a three-inch long black dagger in his left hand, while his right hand held onto the M1911 Colt. He carefully approached the door.

"Heh heh, Wang Xiaoyu, tonight will be the day you die!"

Ying Yan took out a curved iron wire from his mouth