"Young master, they've all charged forward. Our men won't be able to hold on for much longer!"
As the words fell, the man beside him went down. Soon, another took his place, but as their numbers dwindled, the gap widened...
Xuan Mohan pulled Lan Qianqian closer, looking at the sparks flying everywhere.
But this couldn't go on. He took a moment to glance around the building and noticed a corner on the south side, directly opposite their attackers, shielded from their gunfire. It was a narrow space, barely large enough for one person, and unguarded.
After taking down one opponent with a shot, he quickly ran towards that direction with Lan Qianqian, while the surrounding men provided cover.
Upon reaching the corner, Xuan Mohan pressed himself against Lan Qianqian, with the wall at her back, effectively trapping them in the middle, but… also safe.
After dealing with a few more individuals, Xuan Mohan lowered his head and spoke quickly, his tone as gentle as it was only when facing Lan Qianqian.
"Stay here and don't move. Don't be afraid, I'll protect you!"
With that, Xuan Mohan expertly flipped over the opposite wall and rejoined the fight...
After Xuan Mohan left, Lan Qianqian’s eyes burned with resentment as she watched the hail of bullets outside. The earsplitting sound of gunfire and the 'bang bang' of bullets hitting the walls were deafening.
In just a moment, another man fell, his gun landing not far away.
Lan Qianqian strode forward and picked up the small handgun from the ground, stroking it as if she had found a treasure.
Seeing Lan Qianqian's action from across the way, Xuan Mohan's breath hitched, and he immediately shouted, "Get back quickly!"
Seeing that Lan Qianqian still didn't react, Xuan Mohan, desperate, was about to rush over. Unexpectedly, the gun in Lan Qianqian's hand was suddenly shot away. He squinted and saw the man beside her lowering his own weapon.
Xuan Mohan landed a fierce punch on the man, his gaze vicious, as if he could devour him, "Who allowed you to shoot at her?!"
The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the enemy, and replied without subservience, "If the young master doesn't cherish his own life, we have to do it for him!"
Xuan Mohan shot him a dark look, then turned his attention back outside, intending to settle the score later!
However, it was difficult for them to concentrate, as in their peripheral vision, they saw Lan Qianqian going to pick up the gun on the ground again.
"This troublesome woman!"
The man glared at her with disgust and, before Xuan Mohan could react, he sprinted over and delivered a swift chop to her head with full force, clearly indicating his displeasure with Lan Qianqian.
Lan Qianqian immediately fainted. The man supported her as he laid her down on the ground and was about to turn away.
"Ugh~"
He looked up to see Xuan Mohan holding his gun with a cold expression, the barrel pointed directly at him.
He couldn't help but give a bitter smile. This was the man he had always admired, the one he valued more than his own life, and now he was shooting at his loyal subordinate for a woman?
He slowly lowered his gaze to the woman on the ground. How much longer would she continue to trouble the young master?
Taking advantage of Xuan Mohan's focus on the attackers outside, the man suddenly bent down, hoisted Lan Qianqian over his shoulder, and then... threw her away!
"Stop!"
Xuan Mohan watched with bloodshot eyes as the woman plummeted like a kite with a broken string. His strength seemed to be drained from his body, and the world fell silent. The hand holding the gun began to tremble violently, and with a "bang," the gun dropped to the ground.
Xuan Mohan staggered towards Lan Qianqian, his eyes only able to see her...
"Young master, are you crazy?!"
The man never expected the young master to rush out recklessly. What was the difference between that and suicide? How could he watch the young master go to his death?
So, he immediately rushed forward. "Pfft~" The sound of bullets entering flesh echoed. The man forced himself to maintain his posture, then dragged Xuan Mohan behind a pillar. He stopped, gasping for breath, but it couldn't compare to the suffocation at his neck...
"Young master, that woman is already dead. From now on, nothing will..." stop you.
Before he could finish his sentence, the man slowly slumped down. With his last breath, he glanced at the young master he had served for many years and slowly closed his eyes…
Even if he died by the young master's hand in the end, he... was willing!
The man sitting in the car opposite slowly curved his lips into an evil smile, rolled down the window, and ordered the person beside him, "Go, bring that woman back to me!"
"Yes!"
Because the attackers opposite dared not fire, they proceeded relatively smoothly. Just as they were one step away from reaching the woman...
"Bang bang bang~"
Many people suddenly joined from the perimeter. The gunfire was now more intense, and the scene even more brutal...
When Lu Haoran rushed in, he saw Xuan Mohan walking out as if his soul had been lost. With no cover outside, his brows furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a fly!
"Stop him!!"
Without Lu Haoran's command, the remaining men in the house, even those already hit by several bullets, still held on and restrained Xuan Mohan, who was determined to rush towards Lan Qianqian.
The firepower from the perimeter intensified, and soon many lay on the ground. The space cleared considerably, and only then did Lu Haoran see Lan Qianqian lying on the ground, covered in blood...
He froze abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief. Sister-in-law was... dead?
No, it couldn't be! Mo treasured Sister-in-law more than anyone; how could he bear to see her suffer even the slightest harm? There must be some mistake.
But how could he explain all this? And why would they be so kind? And why did Mo look so devastated?
The more he thought about it, the heavier Lu Haoran's heart became. He couldn't even imagine what Mo would be like without Lan Qianqian...
"All of you, go! Kill these bastards! Leave none of them alive!"
Lu Haoran's face turned ashen, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked. If Sister-in-law were truly gone, none of them would escape unscathed!
Because of Lu Haoran's words, the situation turned one-sided, and soon the opposing side began to consider retreating.
Seeing this, the bodyguard closest to Lan Qianqian immediately leaned down, grabbed the woman on the ground, raised his arm, and pressed the muzzle of his gun to her forehead, shouting loudly,
"Lan Qianqian is in my hands, all of you put down your weapons!"
Xuan Mohan finally regained some clarity, a bloodthirsty curve forming on his lips, "Let her go!"
The bodyguard was startled by Xuan Mohan's appearance, but as long as he had the woman in his hands, he believed they wouldn't act rashly, so he grew bolder!
He pressed the gun against her again twice, and instantly, Lan Qianqian's forehead turned red.
"I'm telling you all to lay down your weapons and let us leave, otherwise I'll shoot her until she's a sieve, so you won't even have a whole person to take back!"
These words were undeniably cutting. Xuan Mohan felt a suffocating pain. He was useless; he had trusted his own people too much, putting her in danger. Was she... alright now?