Ivana Bennett stood still.
"3!"
Ye Fengyang's brow furrowed.
"2!"
Ye Fengyang's fist clenched.
"1!"
When Sikong Yueming pulled the trigger, Ye Fengyang lunged, pushing his gun aside.
No bullet shot out of the gun barrel, but a burst of flames.
Turned out, it was not a real gun, but a lighter shaped like a gun.
Dodging the punch from Ye Fengyang, Sikong Yueming's eyes darkened.
"Ye Fengyang, how disappointing!"
He never really meant to kill Ivana Bennett. It was all just a trick. His true intention was to test Ye Fengyang.
At this point, Ye Fengyang had no choice but to step forward and attack him again.
At that moment, only the three of them were in the study. If they could control Sikong Yueming, there might be a chance to turn things around.
Ivana Bennett rushed over to help.
Sikong Yueming expertly flipped over the couch to avoid Ye Fengyang's kick, stepped back, and pressed a button on the wall.
