"Snap!" A stone hit Xu Huo's palm, and he turned his head, looking in the direction the stone came from. He saw an airship approaching, and a man standing at the open airship door was aiming a toy gun at him, gesturing for him to step aside.
Xu Huo stood still, while the woman who had narrowly escaped earlier turned back and ran in panic. At the same time, a man about five hundred meters from the crossroad, crossing the street, was shot in the head by a stone, coming from a different direction.
Another airship emerged from the side of another building, firing two more shots at the corpse on the ground.
Someone dying on the street suddenly made the few people on the street walk faster. No one stopped to watch, nor did they step forward to help, as if they had grown accustomed to such scenes.
