Xiao Chubing was lost in thought, her mind racing, when the sudden incident shocked her into a cold sweat, instantly bringing her back to reality.
"Husband!" Xiao Chubing's face showed a touch of tension.
"Don't be afraid, Vermilion Bird will handle it!" Ling Fan comforted.
At that moment, on the roof of a villa 800 meters away from the villa, Yuan Hong, his expression dark, set down the sniper rifle in his hands.
"Damn, how could he react so quickly?" Yuan Hong cursed.
He then put away the sniper rifle and took out two special pistols from the backpack on the ground, strapped them to his back waist, and was about to jump off the roof when suddenly a shadow flashed by.
Yuan Hong was shocked, his body suddenly retreating, and he was about to draw his guns to shoot, but the shadow moved too quickly for him to resist, and he was struck with a punch.
