Upon hearing the gunshot, Baili Xia's mind went blank.
But in an instant, she realized what was happening. Someone here was trying to kill Uncle.
Baili Xia clung to the safety bar tightly, taking a sidelong glance at Mu Xiaojiu.
Mu Xiaojiu's gaze remained firm. He had weathered many storms and had experienced many assassination attempts.
The gunshots behind them rang out again, intermittently. It seemed as though three people were firing.
Baili Xia glanced behind the car. The backside of this sightseeing car was exposed.
Even though they had already ducked, the car still couldn't shield their bodies.
Without thinking, she got up from the co-driver's seat and pounced on Uncle's back.
Their target was Uncle. She couldn't let anything happen to him!
This was the only thought in Baili Xia's mind.
Was Baili Xia afraid to die? Of course, she was.
But for some reason, all she could think of at this time was to protect Uncle.
When had Uncle become so important to her...