Pop! Pop! Pop!
At this moment, rapid gunfire came from the outside. Yang Yifeng and Shen Qingchang were hiding under the wooden bed, which was being shredded into splinters by bullets. They couldn't stay here for much longer.
The assailant was a sharpshooter, this much Yang Yifeng could tell from the calluses on Chen Si's hands. Moreover, the mattress and padding on the bed were now shot away. If Chen Si fired two shots at the same spot, the third would surely penetrate it, and the bullet that burst forth would hit either Yang Yifeng or Shen Qingchang hiding behind it.
This was untenable. A hint of desperation flashed in Yang Yifeng's eyes. He wanted to rush out, but at this moment, Chen Si's indiscriminate shooting was too fast, and no bullet missed its mark. A rash move by Yang Yifeng would likely have him riddled with bullets in an instant.