"Miss An Yan, I'm only targeting our Young Master Shiyan. As long as your people put down their weapons, I can let you leave."
The butler didn't hear their response and, thinking they had started arguing, his voice grew excited.
An Yan, worried that Luolie and the others would think the butler was truly after Mo Shiyan, raised her voice and shouted, "Luolie, don't believe him! He's here for me, so don't hesitate and hit them hard! MMH... UGH!"
Just as An Yan was shouting, Mo Shiyan suddenly tackled her to the ground.
The tall man pressed down on her shoulders, shielding her completely.
But before An Yan's eyes, a vivid blossom of blood slowly seeped from his chest.
A sniper.
While she was shouting, the enemy had found her location, and Mo Shiyan had used his own body to take the bullet for her!
The stench of blood filled her nostrils.
"There's a sniper! Wen Ya, go find them!"
