C398 Seven-colored Mist(1)
When Xue Lang heard the report, he ran into the room in a few steps.
Once inside, it turned out to be a bedroom, and then he saw where the team was standing guard, behind a removed dressing table, a hole half a man's height in the panelled wall.
Xue Lang tightened the Tang knife that had just been stabbed into his back. He held the Blood Stripe Ronin Blade in one hand and the Colt in the other
