As they were talking, a gunshot rang out, followed by several panicked cries.
"Jun Moyan," said Shangguan Yu.
"Third Master," Qing Yi called out.
"Moyan," Shangguan Qingmu joined in.
"Be careful," a soldier exclaimed.
Wen Xiao’ai had just sensed the killing intent when, before she could react, there was a sudden tightness around her waist.
Jun Moyan was hugging her waist and quickly pulled her to his side to dodge the bullet.
The bullet whizzed past, grazing Jun Moyan’s arm with a ripping force.
The cloth on Jun Moyan’s arm was torn open, and a bloodstain was stark against the white shirt.
The gunman, ready to fire a second shot, had his gun snatched away by a nearby soldier.
Not yet aware of what had happened, Wen Xiao’ai saw the fresh bloodstain on Jun Moyan’s arm and was immediately frantic.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"It’s nothing," Jun Moyan glanced at his grazed arm, unconcerned.
"Is the wound bad?" Shangguan Yu was the first to rush over and inspect Jun Moyan’s injury.
Seeing it was just a graze, he instantly relaxed.
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"It’s nothing serious," replied Jun Moyan.
"How can you say it’s nothing? You’re bleeding." Wen Xiao’ai was more than a hundred times angrier than if she had been injured or hit herself.
She turned to find the culprit responsible.
At a glance, she saw Jun Moyan’s wife, who seemed mad after her gun had been taken, trying to rush over here but was strongly restrained by the soldier.
Shocked and distraught from losing her only son, Jun Moyan’s wife had lost all reason upon seeing Wen Xiao’ai.
She took out the handgun she had asked for from her bodyguard before coming here and aimed straight at Wen Xiao’ai, intent on avenging Jun Wuyang.
She had planned to kill Wen Xiao’ai and then shoot Jun Moyan as well, but they had evaded her unexpectedly.
Seeing that both were unharmed, Jun Moyan’s wife became even more agitated, behaving like a madwoman, to the point that even the professionally trained soldiers could barely restrain her.
Jun Moyan’s wife broke free with one hand and, like a lunatic, punched and bit the soldier, acting like a rabid dog.
Seeing this, the other soldiers were just about to step in and help.
However, before they could intervene,
Jun Moyan’s wife fiercely shook off the hand that the soldier was grasping.
The soldier couldn’t hold on to her, and she broke free from his grip.
Freed from restraint, Jun Moyan’s wife dashed straight towards Wen Xiao’ai and the others.
With a slight movement of Wen Xiao’ai’s finger, Jun Moyan’s wife suddenly crashed to the ground with a heavy fall.
It was indeed a violent tumble.
Face first to the ground.
Her two front teeth were forcefully knocked out, her upper lip was also cut, and the area between her nose, chin, and face all scraped across the ground.
Jun Moyan’s wife didn’t get up for a long while after the fall, and ultimately two soldiers had to lift her from the ground.
With a face full of blood and disfigurement, Jun Moyan’s wife was hoisted up, blood continuously pouring from her mouth, one eyelid scraped and swelling rapidly.
Completely dazed by the fall, Jun Moyan’s wife was unable to stand and kept slumping towards the ground.
Seeing this, the two soldiers released her and let her sit right there on the ground.
Sitting on the ground with disheveled hair and a face covered in wounds and blood, Jun Moyan’s wife truly resembled a madwoman.
Whether from the severity of the fall or extreme stress, Jun Moyan’s wife was swaying unsteadily on the ground, looking like she could collapse at any moment.
"Serves you right for being so evil," said Wen Xiao’ai with a scowl, her voice filled with anger.
Anyone who dared to harm Jun Moyan, she would fiercely retaliate against.
Those present didn’t overthink Jun Moyan’s wife’s fall, considering how emotionally unstable she had been just moments before—it seemed normal for her to have tumbled.