He Juan was prepared to welcome death with open arms. Alas, it seemed like God was not even willing to grant him the mercy of death, because in that split second before the bullet could tear through his throat, a powerful force knocked him aside.
"Watch out!"
"Old Chen!"
He Juan turned, his pupils trembling, as he witnessed Chen Youzhi clutching his left eye, blood oozing between his fingers. He staggered, only to be supported by… Mo Feng? He Juan stared at the two of them blankly, his sluggish mind struggling to process the situation. What was Mo Feng doing here?
However, before he could respond, Chen Youzhi barked at him, "Leave, Boss! We will handle this!"
