Protected by his little wife behind him, Zhan Moxiao slightly curved his lips and silently smiled. This sense of happiness that no one else could give him, only she could.
Looking at her, she was exactly like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
The anesthetic on his body had mostly worn off. He slightly moved his limbs, feeling completely capable of relying on his own strength to break free of the ropes.
So, taking advantage of the time Lan Rui and Ou Lan were in confrontation, he suddenly exerted force, and the rope tied to his wrist snapped open.
He suddenly stood up, embraced Ou Lan from behind, clasping her waist with one hand and holding the hand she used to hold the gun with the other, simultaneously aiming at Lan Rui.
This agile movement surprised both Lan Rui and Ou Lan for a moment.
Lan Rui's eyes were wide open, unable to believe that Zhan Moxiao actually managed to break such a thick rope all by himself and was now facing him with two guns.
