Bang! A bullet passed through one of the underling's bodies.
The underling collapsed in a heap on the ground.
An overwhelming smell of blood overtook the place, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive. The other underling turned around and all he saw was Tang Chenyi holding a gun, glaring at him with a dangerously cold gaze. Tang Chenyi didn't even bat an eyelid and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The two shots resounded in Lu Jinwen's ears and his cigarette fell onto the ground. He suddenly felt lightheaded and knelt on his knee.
His nose started to bleed, two streams of blood dripped down and he started feeling dizzy.
Butler Ye panicked. "Sir, are you alright?"
Lu Jinwen's vision slowly turned blurry, he shook his head around and lifted his eyes to look at Lin Xuanji.
Lin Xuanji had already gotten up from the ground, she stood beside Tang Chenyi and a red wool cloak was draped over her shoulders. She had a poker face on.
