Yun Qingyue, her handgun empty, immediately took out the last of the tree magazines that Lu Wuqi gave her and quickly loaded it before she again continued to shoot at the vines, her movements a blur of motion, her strikes precise and efficient. She fought with a desperate courage, her determination fueled by the sole thought of protecting Lu Wuqi.
Finally, after a grueling battle, the last of the gang members fell, their bodies littering the rooftop. Lu Wuqi and Yun Qingyue stood amidst the carnage, their bodies battered and bruised, their breaths ragged, but their eyes filled with a hard-won triumph.
Lu Wuqi, her arm bleeding, her body aching, turned to Ming Dai, her eyes blazing with fury. "It's over," she said, her voice a low, dangerous growl.
Ming Dai, his face pale with fear, his eyes wide with terror, took a step back, his voice trembling. "You...you can't do this," he stammered. "I'll make you pay."
