"What the hell are you doing? Are you mad? Make way! Yuanyuan, Yiyi--" She screamed through her tears, breaking into a frenzied rush through the crowd in anger.
Suddenly, a sports car sped into the intersection with a man jumping out of it. He rushed over and caught her around the waist from behind.
His voice, which was usually steady, was filled with strain, "Don't go there, are you out of your mind?"
Upon hearing Third Young Master Jun's voice, Ye Lu clung to hope and caught his hand, sobbing even harder. "Where are Yuanyuan and Yiyi? Please, go rescue them, Third Young Master. Hurry!"
"Stay here and don't move!" Third Young Master Jun commanded her firmly.
Ye Lu tearfully nodded intensely.
Third Young Master Jun's eyes were cold. He quickly pulled out his gun and charged forward, plunging into the chaotic crowd.
Two minutes later, the bodyguards who had fallen behind also drove over. They jumped out of the car and rushed over to help.
A gunshot rang out.
