Mu Lingchuan turned around to see Zimo.
She was lying on top of him, her forehead dripping with sweat.
Without any chance to consider her, Mu Lingchuan rolled over to place her on the ground and forcefully threw the briefcase in his hand toward the fence.
The distance wasn't too far yet not close either.
As the briefcase flew out, going straight for the assassin through the fence, Mu Lingchuan swiftly lifted Zimo.
"You're injured!" Seeing the blood flowing from her arm, Mu Lingchuan exclaimed anxiously.
Zimo nodded without uttering a word.
She held her left forearm tightly with her right hand, red blood continuously flowed out from between her fingers.
It was clear she was trying to endure the intense pain, but at this moment, Mu Lingchuan couldn't pay too much attention to her.
The briefcase he had thrown could only keep the assassin at bay, blocking his second attack temporarily.
Yet, it wouldn't hold him off for long!
