"Qiao Yiyang!" she exclaimed with heartache, worry filling her eyes.
"Rong Shaoze, I will definitely kill you, I must kill you!"
Lu Xiaofan suddenly went berserk. She forcefully broke free from two men, also snapping the ropes on her hands and feet, and lunged fiercely at Rong Shaoze.
Rong Shaoze's eyes narrowed sharply, he raised his hand, and without blinking, he pulled the trigger—
Qiao Yiyang's eyes widened instantly, a hint of panic flashing through them.
"Bang—" The gunshot sounded, and Lu Xiaofan's body abruptly halted, as did the world around her.
She looked down at her bloodied chest in disbelief, then collapsed to the ground, motionless.
"Xiaofan!" Qiao Yiyang screamed, snapping his own ropes and crawled on all fours to her side.
He turned her body over, saw her tightly closed eyes, her pale complexion, and felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart, accompanied by a sharp pain.
"Lu Xiaofan, wake up, open your eyes and wake up!"
