The deafening 'BANG' of the firearm tore through the grand banquet hall, a sharp, violent explosion of energy that instantly shattered the remaining illusions of dignity.
In that split second, Yang Muchen acted entirely on raw, unyielding instinct. He did not think about his own safety, he only saw the cold steel barrel of the weapon locked onto Chen Ying.
With an explosive burst of speed that defied his size, Yang Muchen lunged forward, his frame completely eclipsing her smaller form. He wrapped an arm around her waist and violently twisted his torso, throwing his entire weight into a singular, desperate movement to pull her behind his back.
