Chapter 218 Why is he here_1

The bottle of liquor smashed onto the gang leader's head with a thump.

The people around all fell silent for a moment, and it took some time for them to react.

Tong Tong was no exception, she stared at the beads of blood emerging from the gang leader's head and dumbly shifted her gaze to the hand that was holding her own.

She instinctively stepped back and found herself falling into a firm chest.

Warm breath came from above her head, and before Tong Tong could look up, she felt the hand holding hers vanish.

Immediately afterward, that hand quickly rose, shielding her eyes.

Gunshots echoed down the corridor; the gang leader had barely shouted two sentences before they turned into cries of agony.

The scent of fresh blood filled her nose, and Tong Tong stood petrified in place without moving.

She and the person behind her were close; beyond the smell of blood, a very familiar scent was the first to reach her.

Even without looking back, she knew exactly who was behind her.