C137 Seven of the Final Melody

A man's life is neither long nor short, and when he looks back he has done nothing and left nothing.

"Fxck..."

Fu Ping held onto his leg, which had been shot through by a bullet, and sat paralyzed behind a table. Layers of explosions had already pushed the flames to the top, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

He had never thought that he would be defeated in such an easy task