"Am I really going to die like this?"
The mid-aged powerhouse's fist drew ever closer, the draft from its motion whipped Lin Tian's hair wildly. As the fist descended toward him, he was powerless to stop it.
"Lin Tian!"
Shen Mengyi shouted. Lin Tian had saved her, but now he was about to die for her—how could she accept this?
The bell of death seemed already to have tolled, and a smug smile spread across the mid-aged man's face.
However, just then, a miracle happened.
The mid-aged powerhouse felt an aura of lethal intent. Looking up, he saw a cold bullet hurtling directly toward him.
He faced a dilemma: advancing could kill Lin Tian but at the cost of his own severe injury or even death.
Retreating, he could dodge the bullet, but Lin Tian would elude his grasp.
After a brief hesitation, he made his choice—retreat. After all, nothing was more important than his own life!
