As soon as the words fell, Mo Nanjue suddenly turned around. The person was caught off guard, and his wrist trembled as he prepared to shoot. The man swiftly reached out, the tip of his earring slicing across the assailant's wrist, with blood gushing out like a fountain.
"Ah——"
People passing by screamed.
Mo Nanjue snatched the silenced gun from his hand and grabbed Tong Ran's wrist, quickly weaving through the crowd towards the pedestrian street.
Everyone along the way stared at them. The man kept his cool, dismantled the silenced gun to remove the tracker, tossed it into a trash can, then reassembled and loaded the gun.
"What happened?" Tong Ran trailed by his side, shivering nervously, "Who are those people? Your enemies?"
