She kicked away the person lunging at her, her star-like eyes gazing emotionlessly at those lying on the ground.
At that moment, almost sensing something behind her, Bi Xia turned her head back. She saw that young man sitting lazily on the closed car door, humming an unknown tune. Despite the tense situation, it sounded extremely pleasant, adding a touch of relaxation and freedom.
But... Bi Xia stared intently at Chu Wu. Although Chu Wu looked no different on the surface, Bi Xia could feel that Chu Wu’s spiritual power was disturbed. Under the wooden mask, those cherry lips were bloodless, and those peach blossom eyes were somewhat cold. One could imagine the frown on the face beneath the mask.
"Hmm?" Chu Wu turned to look at Bi Xia without changing expression, a wicked smile on her pale lips.
Bi Xia’s star-like eyes narrowed slightly. She sighed softly, leaned forward a bit, and placed her hand on Chu Wu’s lips. "Your lips are so pale."
Chu Wu paused slightly, then revealed a genuine smile. Her previously calm little face wrinkled in an instant, and the peach blossom eyes under the mask showed a trace of grievance and coquettishness. "Little Nine, my stomach hurts."
Bi Xia suddenly remembered that Chu Wu was having her period. She was stunned, her brows furrowing deeply. She hadn’t expected it to be this painful for Chu Wu.
Suddenly, Bi Xia and Chu Wu’s eyes narrowed simultaneously. They both raised their hands and yanked each other into the car just in time to dodge a bullet that whizzed past their ears. If they had reacted just a bit slower, one of them would have been hit.
However, neither Bi Xia nor Chu Wu expected that at that moment, although both had the ability to dodge the bullet, their first reaction was to protect each other...
"Don’t look at me like that," Chu Wu lay back on the car seat, clutching her abdomen, baring her teeth. "I’m looking after you because you’re small and need your brother to care for you."
"Brother?" Bi Xia glanced at Chu Wu. "First time I’ve heard of a brother having a period."
As she spoke, she placed her hand on Chu Wu’s abdomen, using the method Xiao Wu had taught her to gently transfer some spiritual power, hoping to warm Chu Wu’s abdomen a bit.
Chu Wu paused slightly, silently watching Bi Xia’s actions. The peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed. Such actions and warmth, apart from her brother, Bi Xia was the first to treat her this way...
Bi Xia looked at Chu Wu and couldn’t help but curl her lips. "Don’t look at me like that. I see you’re bleeding endlessly and you’re basically a disabled person."
Saying so, Bi Xia’s expression turned cold, looking down at Chu Wu. "Leave the rest to me. We agreed that I’d protect you in Qing City, and now this happened. If I don’t get us out of this mess, I can’t show my face anymore!"
"Anyone who dares shoot at me has a death wish!"
She flipped out of the car in one leap, her star-like eyes cold beneath the golden mask. She caught the handgun Meng Chi tossed her, switched off the safety, and without expression aimed and fired. With a bang, the bullet flew straight, hitting its target. The person dropped their handgun, clutching their abdomen and spitting blood before collapsing suddenly.
Her crimson lips curved into a bloodthirsty smile, her star-like eyes raised slightly. She aimed her gun at another person about to pull out a gun without hesitation, instantly hitting the target.
Seeing Bi Xia fire, Meng Chi and the others didn’t hesitate anymore. They pulled out their guns, surrounding the group tightly. Chu Wu’s people followed suit, showing no doubt.
The group, seeing themselves surrounded and realizing they had no chance against Chu Wu, wisely dropped their guns and raised their hands. Follow current novᴇls on NoveI★Fire.net
Chu Wu beckoned to her people with a slight voice, "Send them to Dream Drunk."
Playing casually with his gun, Bi Xia slowly raised her head at Chu Wu’s words and told Meng Chi, "Just in case."
Understanding Bi Xia’s meaning instantly, Meng Chi raised his handgun, aiming precisely and shooting the leader in the shoulder and then the leg. The members of Nine Pavilion followed suit, raising their guns and imitating Meng Chi.
Seeing Chu Wu’s people take the group into the car and drive away, Meng Chi walked up to Bi Xia. "Boss, are you alright?"
Bi Xia patted Meng Chi’s shoulder. "I’m fine. Did you block the road before coming?"
Meng Chi nodded, "It was a bit sudden, so we couldn’t set up the whole blockade, but we’ve stationed our people at every possible passing point, stopping all vehicles."
Bi Xia nodded, "Good. We fired shots today, made quite a commotion, be careful."
Meng Chi acknowledged and led his men back to the club. Bi Xia came to the passenger side and looked at Chu Wu, who had taken off her mask, her eyes closed, brows furrowed tightly. Bi Xia couldn’t help but worry.