C189 There Were Many Assassins

"I'm sorry for being late."

Cradling the severed head, Qin Tian reattached it to their bodies using his internal energy.

With eyes closed, Qin Tian felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort. If only he had arrived sooner, they might not have had to die.

"Mr. Qin."

At that moment, Chung Lan, struggling to rise, approached Qin Tian.

She removed the necklace from her neck, opened the pendant