"Miao Shenghui?"

Yue Qiu Shan was so dizzy from being beaten that he almost forgot his own name. How could he remember Miao Shenghui?

"I have killed too many people, how can I remember who Miao Shenghui is!"

Yue Qiu Shan said pitifully.

"Miao Shenghui was my grandfather, and he died tragically at your hands!"

Miao Qing swung her cane and hit Yue Qiushan's head, then hit it down crazily.

At first, Yue Qiu Shan could still call out twice, but later he was knocked unconscious and stopped even calling out.

Ning Zuo stood nearby, waiting until the crutch in Miao Qing's hand was deformed by the impact and almost losing its strength.

He knelt down and hugged Miao Qing.

Revenge for her grandfather was Miao Qing's biggest obsession in her life, and she was in tears at this moment.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Ning Zhao said softly, patting Miao Qing's back gently.

"Woo, wow!"

Miao Qing burst into tears all of a sudden.

That was the shadow that had been suppressed in her heart for eighteen years, and it was the biggest force that supported Miao Qing's life.

After a while.

Miao Qing's cries gradually turned into sobs, and Ning Zhao's shoulders were already wet with tears and snot.

"Well!"

At this time, Yue Qiu Shan, who was lying on the ground with his face covered in blood, woke up leisurely and let out a cry.

"Should I help you, or should you do it yourself?"

Ning Zhao whispered in Miao Qing's ear.

"I'll do it!"

Miao Qing wiped her tears, took a deep breath, left Ning Zhao's arms, and turned to look at Yue Qiu Mountain.

"OK."

Ning Zhao pulled out the pistol from his waist, loaded it and unlocked the safety, and handed it into Miao Qing's hand.

"Bang!"

With the sound of the gunshot, the third place on the ranking list became vacant.
Chapter completed!