He Xiuyu could have dodged, but he didn't, and took the full brunt of the kick.
He staggered back a few steps, then his back crashed against the mountain wall.
Qiao Qingyu's kick was not weak—He Xiuyu let out a muffled grunt, clearly in quite some pain.
Director Lin and the others exchanged glances, their mouths twitching at the sight of an angry Qiao Qingyu, truly a fearsome sight.
Yet they couldn't help but admire Qingyu's composure even in anger.
It was understandable, after all.
No matter what, He Xiuyu had pulled the trigger aimed at Qiao Qingyu, which was frightening enough.
Had there been a mishap, Qiao Qingyu would have been dead without a doubt.
Of course, Director Lin did not think He Xiuyu would miss. That man's coordination of hand and brain was unmatched, and at such a close range, it was a piece of cake for him.
But, his wife probably didn't know that.
So, he deserved it.
At that moment, He Xiuyu's brow was furrowed, his gaze fixed intensely on Qiao Qingyu.
