C368 Instinctive Choice

That night, I slept very unstably. I always felt like I was in a bloody, foggy space, watching Qin Mofei and Qin Chien fight to the death.

One held a military knife, the other a gun. In the end, Qin Chien lost. I watched Qin Mofei cut him into pieces bit by bit. His arms, his arms were broken, and he threw him onto the ground.

I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Mofei, don't kill Third Uncle