"Little Ying, are you... how are you holding up?"
Dao Sha coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood and turned his head to look at the female assassin in the passenger seat, asking gently.
"My chest hurts... really bad, it feels... like I can barely breathe!"
Jian Sha opened her eyes, a pained expression on her face, and spoke weakly.
"It looks like this time, we... we can't escape our fate!"
Dao Sha gave a bitter smile, a desolate expression appearing on his face.
Having hunted for so long, we are finally being hunted, always taking others' lives, and now it's our turn to fall into someone else's hands!
"If we're going to die... then let's die! In our line of work, having lived this long is already more than enough."
Jian Sha's face was emotionless, appearing calm, but deep inside, there was still a hint of sadness.
From the moment they entered the assassin's life, they had prepared for this outcome, but now that the moment had come, there was still reluctance.
