Tang Xin's Despair

In the forest, the square-faced man and Tang Xin were moving quickly. Behind them, Yan Hao and his team were pressing forward step by step. Yan Hao's palms were sweaty as he held the gun. More than an hour had passed, and he still hadn't captured the last person. There was even a hostage in the other party's hands. Although he had shot all the other fugitives to death, the square-faced man was too cunning, and he did not dare to push him too hard, for fear that he would become desperate and kill...