It was at this moment that gunshots rang out. The scar-faced men, with their ferocious smiles, seemed to envision Xiao Han and Han Mengqi riddled with bullets and collapsing into a pool of blood.
Xiao Han hugged Han Mengqi tightly in his arms, then the True Qi burst forth, forming a crimson shield in front of them with a red hue.
The bullets, striking the barrier of True Qi, were all blocked and then rebounded back.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Screams resounded as the shooters were hit by their own bullets, one after another, dead beyond the shadow of a doubt. Their eyes were wide open, filled with reluctance and disbelief.
The scar-faced man trembled slightly, his eyes wide as he stared at Xiao Han as if seeing a ghost.
At this time, Xiao Han didn't even glance at him; instead, he tapped Han Mengqi on the head and said angrily, "You nearly scared me to death just now. Luckily, I reacted quickly."
