Bang!
A few bullets whizzed past the leaves, exploding near the man's hand.
Mo Nanjue's movement didn't pause; just as he was about to climb over the wall, a guard noticed the commotion, "There they are!"
A burst of gunfire swept close to the high wall.
"Damn!" Chen An cursed under his breath, "Your family must think bullets are free," he gritted his teeth, "Jue, you go first, I'll..."
"Don't court death!" Mo Nanjue freed one hand to grip his arm tightly, "If you dare let go, I'll break your arm."
Chen An said nothing; talking more was pointless now. He knew if he got caught, Mo Nanjue wouldn't leave on his own.
The guard led people rushing towards them.
Mo Nanjue grasped the wall's edge with one hand; the Mo Family's wall was extremely high, with rows of camphor trees lining it. Wherever the man touched, his palms were pricked, causing fresh blood to seep out.
Calling this place a Dragon's Den and Tiger's Lair is no exaggeration.
Bang!
