Before the gunshot, Hari felt immense fear gripping her heart, thinking she was about to be silenced; after the gunshot, her legs gave way, and she helplessly fell to the ground.
After a dozen seconds, she barely regained her senses, trembling as she turned to look behind her—Zhou Qingfeng had already walked to the shadowy area and dragged a corpse out of the darkness.
"Did... did you kill him?" Hari's voice trembled, her face pale as paper.
"Good news, it's not the police or a reporter, just a thug following you."
Zhou Qingfeng said coldly, crouching down to search the corpse and pulling out a new phone, clearly stolen.
To avoid being tracked by the police through the phone number, he would either borrow someone else's phone or use a stolen one for a day before ditching it.
Surprisingly, this phone was unlocked, perfect for his use.
Hari barely stood up, staggered closer, glanced down at the corpse, and suddenly froze, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
