A bullet cut through the air.
In the blink of an eye, Yuan Shiyao grabbed Jiang Qingli by the waist and lunged to the side, just barely dodging the sneak-attack bullet aimed at ending his family line.
After tumbling across the ground, they looked toward the direction the shot came from, only to see the rustling of green leaves.
But the prickling sensation of being watched still lingered.
Yuan Shiyao helped Jiang Qingli to her feet and placed a hand protectively in front of her. He scanned their surroundings with a frown, his gaze finally locking onto a particular direction.
He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his weapon, and was just about to step forward when he felt a sudden tug on his sleeve.
"You're hurt." The girl's voice was soft, her dark eyes filled with worry. "Let's go back. I remember Yueyue asked the staff for sterile gauze before we came. We should bandage it."
