Xiang Yu still stood there calmly, directly facing Wang Qian, his gaze very steady.
Wang Qian also looked at Xiang Yu, trying to find any hint of deceit in his eyes, but she found nothing.
Why would Xiang Yu say he's not one of them? Why is he so confident? Could he be a deity?
Wang Qian had many questions, but it was not the right time to ask them.
About ten minutes later, two people ran back from afar and stood before Wang Qian, saying, "The man fired a shot and ran, using a sniper rifle similar to the ones in our team's arsenal."
"What?" Wang Qian frowned slightly, looking at the person.
The person just nodded without continuing.
Wang Qian composed herself and looked at Xiang Yu, saying, "Even if the murderer escaped, it doesn't prove you're innocent."
"I don't want to explain, just remind you, don't let others use you as a gun. If you and I clash now, who benefits the most? You know better than I do." Xiang Yu said.
