Lin Mu, of course, had to desperately protect his bride. Even though the enemy was many and armed with long knives and short clubs, Lin Mu was fearless. He stood in front, fighting them barehanded, and injured multiple adversaries.
However, as more enemies flooded in, Lin Mu could no longer hold on alone. With multiple wounds slashed across his chest and back, he pulled the playful wife, fighting and retreating simultaneously.
But suddenly, a loud shout rang out behind him. The bride screamed tragically and fell into a pool of blood, a bloody blade stabbed in her back. Lin Mu's eyes widened with rage; at the very start of his marriage, he had already lost his beloved. He roared and charged forward.
Gunshots sounded, and Lin Mu's body jolted. It felt as if something was missing from his chest. When he looked down, sure enough, there was a gaping bloody hole shot through him. Through that horrifying hole, he could even see the dim, flickering lights far behind...
"No..."
