Lan Ye, who had a gun pointing at his temple by Mu Sihan, furrowed his eyebrows tightly. Although he could not see Mu Sihan's expression, he could feel the murderous intent on him.
If he dared moved casually, Mu Sihan would really shoot him!
He kept pulling Lan Ye backwards.
The night breeze was freezing as the tension was thick and foreboding.
After Lan Ye's men got his order, they all put down their guns, not daring to take another step forward.
Mu Sihan brought Lan Ye to the edge of the cliff.
Lan Ye's eyes were red as he asked, "I clearly saw her shoot your chest, why are you completely unscathed?"
Even if he had worn a bulletproof vest, he would still be injured with such a short distance between the gun and him.
Mu Sihan glanced towards Lan Xiaozhi standing beside him, his eyes glinting in the darkness. "Her shot was empty."
Hearing Mu Sihan's words, Lan Xiaozhi looked down at the gun in her hands.
