"Lan Yue, you're really not a man."
"What did you say!" The pretty boy suddenly turned his head.
The woman couldn't support herself any longer, her hands clinging to the seat just to stay upright. She hung her head, panting slightly, "I said, you're no match for him."
"You!"
"I damn well!"
"Fine!"
The pretty boy pushed open the car door, barely steady on his feet, when a gun was tossed into his arms. He instinctively reached out to catch it, then recoiled at the sight of it and grabbed it tighter on reflex.
It was a gun, thrown by Yaen Chi.
"Hold it, go kill on your own." Yaen Chi was just two meters away, having just taken down an assassin he was grappling with.
