Yu Lingqian indifferently withdrew his gaze, then he made his move with force.
"Ah—" A shrill scream suddenly pierced the air, and Wang Ming's face turned deathly white before he passed out.
"Brother, brother—" Hebe, having reached her mental limit, saw this and was at her breaking point.
As Yu Lingqian took steps towards her, she kept stepping backward, "Don't come any closer, I'll shoot, I really will shoot—"
The blood slowly trickled from Yu Lingqian's forehead, quickly covering his handsome face. His eyes fixed on Mu Anran, he walked toward her step by step, with no intention of stopping.
"Stop, I'm telling you to stop, ah ah ah—"
Following her hoarse cry, Hebe abruptly fired a shot at Yu Lingqian.
"Bang!"
Yu Lingqian's body shuddered as the bullet hit the ground beside his leg, grazing his calf and drawing blood.
