In the hail of bullets, she was pulled into the arms of a male god.
The white shirt hugged his lean frame, and the faint scent of men's cologne was unexpectedly comforting in the chaos.
Why he appeared here seemed completely irrelevant now, what mattered was that he did, at the most dangerous moment for her.
She thought Huo Siyu would come, but he came instead.
"Damn it!!" The middle-aged man cursed loudly, shouting, "This has nothing to do with Mr. Shen, why are you meddling."
It was Shen Yu, setting aside how terrifying the power of the Shen Family could be. Mercenaries taking on jobs never cared about these things.
But Shen Yu...
If he participated in the Olympic shooting competition, not only would the gold medal surely have a new owner, but all sorts of records would be smashed as well.
The world's number one sharpshooter was by no means an overstatement when applied to Shen Yu.
