The whistle blew.
A distant, faint commotion and whistling sound instantly came through.
Lu Qingyu was still staring, wide-eyed, at the corpse of the burly man whose neck had just been snapped. Her mind was spinning—how could he have such a violent reaction!
Then, her heart was instantly filled with the joy of narrowly escaping death.
She was saved!
Then her sister... would be saved too!
This time, Lu Qingyu was genuinely moved, tears filling her eyes.
She looked up, her eyes red, at Mu Fan, "My sister—"
"I don't care who you are."
"I don't care what you're here for."
"I don't care who your father is."
"Today..."
"I'll crush you."
The guide's face was full of menace, his feigned smile completely disappeared, now looking as grim as a butcher.
A huge convoy was surging toward them from the street behind, a dark mass!
The guide himself was viciously holding up his right hand, gripping a black heavy hand cannon!
