The icy muzzle of the gun emanated a threatening presence of death. Cheng Zhiwei was frozen in place, yet she could only watch helplessly as Cheng Xing was taken away, her heart-wrenching cries echoing through the air.
"Bang!"
The sound of the gunshot exploded by her ear.
Cheng Zhiwei experienced a moment of bewilderment, but she felt no pain as she had anticipated.
The next second, she was tightly embraced, a familiar voice near her ear, "Zhiwei, I'm here."
Cheng Zhiwei clung to his clothes, her face pale and staggering, "Zhou Chenyan is still alive. Xingxing has been taken by him. Save her."
"We'll go together."
Zhou Chenyan hadn't gotten far with Cheng Xing before Zhou Lin's men surrounded them.
The sky was beginning to turn fish-belly white.
Zhou Lin and Zhou Chenyan's eyes met.
Zhou Chenyan was the first to speak, "I really didn't expect you to find this place so quickly, much stronger than that useless Meng Qiancheng."