Suburbs, civilian houses, third floor.
In the living room, there are four people - three men and one woman. One sitting on the sofa, one standing at the window, another standing at the bedroom door, and the last one next to the TV.
The person sitting on the sofa hangs up the phone, with a gloomy expression.
"How is it?" the woman next to the TV asks.
"It seems... Long is dead," the man sitting on the sofa frowns deeply.
"Impossible, right?" the woman next to the TV shakes her head, "Although his Special Props are all used up, with his Skills, whether it's last stand or Flash, even if he can't kill the opponent, he should be able to escape safely."
