The six bodyguards were well-trained; the moment they got their orders, their actions were as swift as flowing clouds and water, drawing their guns with lightning speed, as the dark muzzles uniformly aimed at Chen Nan.
There was hardly any hesitation—the triggers were pulled.
The piercing sound of gunfire abruptly erupted, shattering the original silence of the Cemetery, startling a group of birds perched in the nearby woods as they flapped their wings frantically towards the sky.
But was Chen Nan someone to be taken lightly?
Facing the sudden barrage of bullets, there was not a hint of fear in his eyes, but instead a flicker of calm and resolve.
His figure suddenly moved, wafting up elegantly like a wisp of light smoke, with footsteps that were agile and profound, as if treading some secret rhythm.
His body drew a graceful arc in the air, evading the first wave of bullets with a speed and agility beyond ordinary imagination.
