The leader pressed the gun against her temple. He was still rattled seeing the dead bodies of all his men, lying in a puddle of their own pool of blood. It was a horrifying scene that sent chills down his spine.
At first, he saw his men pouncing on Lu Bojing, and he was arrogant that he would be dead in no time. As a leader, he left such a minion type job to his subordinates. But to his terror, blood was spilled from his men and not that lone man.
Lu Bojing's moves seemed ten times deadlier. Something was odd about his strength. One careless move, and death was on the other side of the door. He was agitated, but he was quick to realize that it was hopeless to fight against him.
So in that advantage of confusion and ruckus, he quietly slipped from the crowd and began to approach Lihua. After seeing the cat viciously kill one of his men by tearing apart his throat, he couldn't thank his stars enough that he wasn't reckless like him. Nobody knew that the cat was equally ferocious.
