"Who gave you the guts to touch her?"
The blade, gleaming coldly, was just one centimeter away from piercing Qiao An's heart.
In the flash of lightning, a gunshot rang out!
With a bang, the blade shattered and flew in all directions.
"Ah..."
The broken shards flew, embedding themselves in the face of the janitor as blood wound its way down.
They exchanged a glance, no time to delay, their mission was to kill the target.
The hand trying to choke Qiao An hadn't touched her yet—
"Bang!"
As the gunshot sounded, accompanied by a pained howl, that hand fell limp.
Mu Jingxi's thin lips parted slightly as a ruthless look rose in his eyes, "The game is over."
Before they could even comprehend the meaning of his words, a bloody hole appeared in the middle of their foreheads, and the blood trickled down.
Thump—
Both of them with eyes wide open, fell to the ground.
Mu Jingxi swiftly pulled Qiao An into his arms, tucked away the handgun, and patted her face, "Qiao An, wake up!"
