At this critical moment.
No one noticed when Ye Wangchuan's eyes darkened. His thin lips were pursed into a line, and his jawline was tense. He raised his hand and made a downward gesture. "Go."
The others did not understand what was going on.
Then, a muffled, silenced gunshot sounded.
A blood-colored flower bloomed on Jiang Xianrou's chest. She seemed to be in disbelief, and her movements froze as her eyes widened.
Then, she slowly fell to the ground in the next second.
There was a loud bang.
No one expected this to happen. Jiang Li did not react for a moment, then he subconsciously turned to look in Ye Wangchuan's direction.
However, the usually noble and lazy young man, often with a lazy smile on his lips, was exuding a murderous aura.
Jiang Li's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively looked away and clenched his fists, already understanding what was going on.
Master Wang had long set up snipers around them.
