Defeated

The assassin coughed up blood.

'Damn. I need one more pill.' His hazy eyes looked around for another pill that he accidentally dropped earlier on.

His hands shook as he crawled with one hand feeling the floor, his elbow propping himself up as his other hand put pressure on his chest wound.

Blood splattered on the spots of the floor where he crawled to.

His skin turned paler at every second.

Then a realization dawned on him.

His eyes widened.

"You! The pill you gave me! That was not my pill!!"

Song Jia chuckled. She hummed in response.

The assassin slumped forward.

His head turned to Song Jia. His hazy eyes trying to see the young man he had underestimated.

"Qiongqi." He whispered.

At this moment, his winged tiger had already lost one of its wings and was already full of scars.