The end of the battle was welcomed by an eerie silence. The inhabitants of this area had fled as soon as the first round of gunshots were heard. 

Qian Jun returned to Xia Leu’s side, holding an unfamiliar Russian sniper rifle in his grip. That was his prize. While it wasn’t as good as the XL2500, it was sufficient for a street battle. 

“You run really fast,” commented Xia Lei. 

Qian Jun nonchalantly replied, “The faster you run, the higher chances of living.” 

A simple sentence like that had let Xia Lei realize the pain, hard work and countless fights that shaped Qian Jun.  

“What do we do now?” Anjum Khan asked. 

Xia Lei quickly surveyed the scene and arranged his strategy. “Strip the bodies clean. We disguise ourselves at them. Then, we destroy the rest of them!” 

“Very well, that’s a great idea.” Anjum Khan seemed pleased. 

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