Gu Junzhu stared at Qiao Yi without any reaction.
Ye Xingbei couldn't help but turn to the side and gently embraced him, "Really... this isn't your fault, the only one to blame is the murderer..."
The security in their country was good, private gun ownership was not permitted.
To have a sniper rifle appear in her reality was unheard of, only those who wielded firearms could be blamed for their extreme cruelty.
Gu Junzhu finally moved slightly.
A voice almost inaudible brushed by Ye Xingbei's ear: "The murderer..."
The voice was as light as a breeze, but the anger and hatred it carried made Ye Xingbei shiver involuntarily.
She trembled but tightened her arms, holding Gu Junzhu even closer.
After an unknowable time had passed, several bodyguards hurried towards them, "Young Master, Young Madam, we didn't find the shooter, only the place from where the shots were fired, but the person..."
