By this time, the great hall of the An Family Villa was in shambles, with chairs and tables shattered to pieces, and the bullet holes and slugs in the sofa were a ghastly sight! The stench of blood from the An Family bodyguards lying haphazardly on the floor was overwhelming.
Even with seven or eight bodyguards remaining, all three young men of the An Family had been wounded. An Zhiyan, who had spent time in the special forces, was more agile, so his injuries were lighter. An Zisheng, on the other hand, was holding a handgun that Old Master An had secretly slipped to him and had only suffered a graze. An Zhihang, however, was not so lucky. His skills were not the best, and he had no firearms. To protect Kong Shi and Old Lady An, the two ladies of the house, he had to improvise, throwing whatever he could find.
