Gu Che, crouching down in the car, stealthily lifted his head for a glance; a bullet immediately whizzed over his head, terrifying him to the point that he quickly ducked down, daring not to make any further movements. However, from that brief look, he had understood that the situation was grim for their side. There were only three of them, including the driver, whereas the opponents were still disembarking from their vehicle, not yet finished.
Seeing Qinghe reach out for the gun handed to her by the tall man, Gu Che suddenly felt a surge of annoyance. Qinghe was a girl, and even though she usually appeared calm, this was a genuine, live-fire situation. Bullets were flying everywhere; people could die inadvertently. If he hadn't been so useless, Qinghe wouldn't have had to charge into battle armed with a gun herself.
