Using his great reflex, Zhao Yang managed to dodge the bullets aiming for his head and only ended up with the bullets grazing his cheeks.
Curling his body, Zhao Yang hugged Lai Jiayi inside his embrace and started to run toward the car.
'As long as I protect my vitals, both of us will be safe!'
Zhao Yang was determined to protect Lai Jiayi as the latter's wound was worse than his. But his plan didn't seem to be that easy.
Even though he dashed to the car and protected his vitals along with the girl wrapped inside his arms, the bullets shot to his legs, backs, and would occasionally graze his neck.
"Ugh!" Zhao Yang groaned as he endured the pain. Several bullets already pierced his arms and legs, boring a hole in it. It was a miracle that the man didn't faint from the pain.
Unfortunately, with his legs shot, his speed lowered drastically. He couldn't even run anymore and could only stagger to the car, which was a meter away by now.
