Time seemed to stop for everyone. The piece of a bullet flying straight to Zhao Yang's left temple also flew in slow motion when, in fact, it would be over in a blink of an eye.
Everyone inside the car sucked in cold air. Their heart leapt to their throat, and fear filled their eyes.
Zhao Yang!
Lai Jiayi wanted to shout, but nothing came out.
Ji Zhuang wanted to use her body to block the bullet, but she could only watch as the bullet passed through her eyesight, going straight to Zhao Yang's direction.
Zhao Yun gaped. His breath stilled. His mind was buzzing with ominous feelings. It was as if he could see blood spurting out of Zhao Yang's temple once the bullet pierced through.
No. No. No!
"Uncle!!" Zhao Yun shrieked, and his heart-wrenching voice filled the car. Tears gushed out of his eyes since in that millisecond...the bullet would touch Zhao Yang's temple, making a hole in it.
