He couldn't believe it, and upon a closer look, the sharpness in Nan Jiaojiao's eyes had already vanished.
Was it a mistake?
Yet he had an intuition that these assassins were targeting Nan Jiaojiao.
Otherwise, why concentrate the attack on the passenger-side glass?
At that moment, a bullet whizzed past, deliberately aiming for the largest spiderweb crack, and Yaen Chi reacted quickly, pressing on Nan Jiaojiao's shoulder to push her back into the seat.
The glass shattered with a hole.
The bullet penetrated Yaen Chi's right shoulder, and he grunted, almost unable to hold up; he grabbed the sleeve of his right shoulder and forcefully stripped it down.
A ghastly hole bled on the shoulder.
"Damn it!"
The sniper was professional.
Looking at both domestic and international mercenary organizations, few could boast so many top-tier mercenaries.
"Don't you have a gun on you?"
Nan Jiaojiao suddenly asked.
