Joe Jing turned abruptly, before he could react, he was thrown down by the other person, and at the same time, his thick palm covered,Hearing this, Qiao Jing understood. It turned out those people were hunting him. 。The air was filled with the scent of blood. A man, heavily wounded, stumbled under a heavy burden. His wounds bled profusely, his sweat and tears mixing and dripping onto Qiao Jing's... 。,The assassin fell dead before he could even utter a sound.。