Night Shade’s pupils contracted slightly.
His heartbeat soared at this moment, as if he could hear his own rapid heartbeat.
Plop Plop Plop --
Intense tension.
Bang --
Gunshot.
Night Shade seemed to be frightened. His fingers loosened, and his body fell downwards. The bullet grazed past his scalp, and warm blood flowed down, spilling from the air.
No!
How could he die like this.
Absolutely Not!
He still had so many things to do. He couldn’t die.
Ming Shu ran over from the rooftop and looked down.
The Darkness was like a thick fog.
Ye Ying was nowhere to be seen.
There was a horizontal advertising rack on the second floor. The advertisement had been removed, but holding the advertising rack, he should be able to land safely.
Ye Ying was not an ordinary person, so it was not difficult for him to do this.
Ming Shu didn’t bring Little Beastie, so she didn’t dare to jump around. She could only go downstairs.
Ming Shu walked around downstairs and didn’t find Ye Ying.
