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... 。,Just when he thought he was surely going to die, Joe saw the child shoot past him like the wind, flashing in front of the assassin. After snatching the gun from his hand, he flipped with a graceful flourish, and smashed the pistol against the assassin's head. 。,The assassin fell dead before he could even utter a sound.。