Xu Xiangbei whistled with satisfaction, pleased with the speed and angle at which he threw his Iron Gall, taking down all four kidnappers flawlessly.
He smugly said to Su Xinyun, "Miss Su, do me a favor and untie their belts to bind their hands, and then we can..."
What puzzled him was that Su Xinyun didn't tie Zhao Changheng and the others up as he said, but instead picked up a hunting rifle from the ground and aimed its dark muzzle at Xu Xiangbei.
Xu Xiangbei's expression slightly changed, yet he still smiled playfully, "Miss Su, what are you doing? This is not a joke. You shouldn't point a gun at me."
Tears welled up in Su Xinyun's eyes, as she bit her lip tightly, "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have gotten involved. Why did you want to save him? You saved him, but it ended up harming me."
Feeling as if hit by a pellet from the hunting rifle, a subtle pain arose in Xu Xiangbei's chest, and suddenly he understood everything.
