Suddenly, another armed man lunged at Mo Xing, but Wei, who had been sitting quietly, sprang into action, intercepting the assailant. The hall erupted in chaos once more, screams filling the air as the tension reached a breaking point.
In the midst of the turmoil, Zhou Ling's gaze remained fixed on Mo Xing. "You ruined everything!" she screamed, the gun wavering as her emotions overwhelmed her. Her brother, Zhou Fang, seeing her distress, moved to support her, but Mo Xing's cold, unyielding stare stopped him in his tracks.
Mo Xing's voice cut through the noise, cold and unyielding. "Zhou Ling, this ends now. You need to accept the consequences of your actions."
Zhou Ling's tears flowed freely now, her dreams and schemes crumbling around her. "I just wanted to be with you," she whispered, broken.
Mo Xing stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "And I wanted to protect you. But this...this madness has to end."
