Just as she was about to pull the trigger, Nan Yan's hand covered hers, taking the recoil for her.
The blood from the headshot splattered on Jiang Nai's face, but she paid it no mind, walking expressionlessly to the next guard.
The man was terrified, pleading for mercy as he spat blood.
However, no matter how he begged, it was futile. Soon, he met the same fate as his companion.
Nan Yan took the gun from her hand and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Jiang Nai, shall I take you home?"
"Yes." Jiang Nai nodded obediently, her gaze falling on the clothes thrown on the ground. "I want to put my clothes on."
Nan Yan picked up her clothes. "Let's make do for now. You can change when we get home."
Jiang Nai nodded again, then whispered, "I don't want you to see the marks on my body. Could you wait outside for me?"
"Sure, let me know once you've changed."
