"Puh!"
The tip of the umbrella pierced the wrist of a clown-masked assassin. Pei Jinye's wrist suddenly twisted, and a jet of blood spurted out, causing the assailant to scream and retreat.
With his other hand, Pei Jinye swiftly grabbed Sun Ruofan's outstretched arm, pulling her behind him.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine..." Sun Ruofan's hair was disheveled, hanging down, her face now panic-stricken.
"Let's go!" The clown-masked killer, hearing the sound of the alarm, hastily gave up the assassination attempt and turned to flee.
But the very next second.
They were suddenly sent flying out, slamming heavily onto the ground, their fate unknown.
A young man in a black trench coat appeared, looking interestedly at the two killers on the ground.
"What a filthy soul aura..."
He looked up.
His gaze fell on Pei Jinye, who was next to Sun Ruofan, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Pei Jinye was holding a black umbrella, his eyes vigilant.
