Without hesitation, Jian Luo rushed over, ready to share the danger with Mo Xiao.
"What are you doing here?" Mo Xiao glared at Jian Luo as he came charging over, his voice harsh, "Get out of here. This has nothing to do with you."
"Tsk, tsk, I'm not really helping you. If you die, they won't let me go either." Jian Luo was dodging bullets and firing his own, his voice sounding casual.
It would be such a shame if someone he actually liked ended up dead.
Mo Xiao glanced at him, noticing his smooth handling of the gun. It wasn't like this was his first time handling a gun.
He knew that the kid had been tricking him before.
Jian Luo, however, didn't have the luxury of worrying about the fact that he was exposed as being proficient with guns. He tossed aside the gun that had run out of bullets, and cast himself towards the man in black. With long fingers anchored around the man's wrist, he twisted forcefully.
"Ah --"
