Ya Shitian suddenly drew his gun, chambered a round, and aimed it at her—
"Young Master?!" Mo Shisan exclaimed in shock.
Everyone was stunned by his action. What was he doing, planning to kill Ye Anqi?
Ye Anqi herself was shocked, her hand raised in mid-air, frozen.
Ya Shitian stepped closer to her, his whole body radiating a deadly aura, "Want to die? I'll grant your wish!"
"Bang—" A loud gunshot rang out. He had actually fired!
Ye Anqi only felt a numbness in her arm, which instantly fell limp.
The fruit knife in her hand was hit by the bullet, flying away. The bullet had hit the fruit knife, not her body. Such exquisite marksmanship was astonishing.
In the next instant, the tall man suddenly pressed close, pressing down on her wound.
"Ugh..." Ye Anqi's face turned pale with pain.
Ya Shitian's eyes were cold and terrifying, "It hurts, doesn't it? I'll make sure you never forget this feeling!"
