Faced with Yamamoto Yu’s threat, Gu Moqian didn’t even look back, his upright figure continuing forward.
Ji Wei, however, turned her head and glanced at Yamamoto Yu.
The woman’s expression as she glanced back was identical to the scene deep in his memory.
Back then, when Wanfei left with that man, she had the same look in her eyes. At that time, Yamamoto Yu was also holding a gun, threatening the two of them.
Twenty years later, the scene was eerily similar.
Back then, the young Yamamoto Yu could only watch helplessly as the woman he loved left with another man, unable to pull the trigger.
And now, he still couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Gu Moqian and Ji Wei quickly disappeared outside the gates of the underground boxing arena.
Burning anger and resentment twisted Yamamoto Yu’s gaze into something vicious; in the end, he fired a shot towards the doorway.
Staring at the smoke rising from the gun barrel, Yamamoto Yu staggered back a few steps, his chest heaving violently.
Meanwhile, the black-clad figures were tightening their encirclement.
Hiding behind the rows of empty chairs, A Cheng and Ye Cheng exchanged a glance, understanding without words that breaking through would be near impossible.
But they had no choice but to stake everything on the attempt!
Ye Cheng raised his hand and shattered the newly-installed crystal chandelier, shards of glass scattering everywhere, plunging the boxing arena into sudden dimness.
Ye Cheng and A Cheng moved with lightning speed, rushing out and firing repeatedly at the nearest black-clad figures.
The gold-standard agent, usually poised and composed in public, bore a sharp edge as he gripped the gun; his strikingly beautiful face held a dangerous allure.
The vast boxing arena resonated solely with the deafening sound of gunfire.
A bullet shot toward Ye Cheng; he tried to dodge by pivoting sideways but was a fraction too late—his arm was hit.
A Cheng, while firing and dodging, turned back and shouted anxiously, "Mr. Ye, go, now!"
After killing one of the black-clad figures, Ye Cheng turned back, showing no intention of leaving.
He had come to save A Cheng—how could he leave alone?
A Cheng grew increasingly frantic. Suddenly, a black-clad figure fired at him. Hesitating for just a moment, he was saved by Ye Cheng, who lunged to shield him. The bullet grazed past their backs. This update is available on novel·fiɾe·net
"Mr. Ye, go! A Cheng’s life was already saved by you once—you should go, I’ll cover you!" A Cheng’s gaze filled with urgency and worry as he looked at the blood flowing from Ye Cheng’s arm.
Several black-clad figures had fallen, but a mass of them still remained—they were endless.
If Ye Cheng didn’t seize the moment to escape, there would be no chance!
"I never intended to leave here alone." Ye Cheng’s voice was utterly calm, his pale complexion exuding an eerie beauty.
A Cheng’s eyes grew hot; he gritted his teeth and declared, "Fine! Being acquainted with Mr. Ye is my life’s fortune! Let’s kill our way out together!"
With that, A Cheng suddenly emerged from behind the protective row of chairs, but before he could fire, the black-clad figures, who had been silently closing in, already pulled their triggers.
Four or five of them surrounded him—it was certain death!
But in this moment of despair, a miracle occurred.
A Cheng saw the surrounding black-clad figures dropping one by one. In the blink of an eye, their numbers diminished significantly, revealing a gap for escape.
A Cheng couldn’t understand what was happening; he only saw a group of people wearing purple masks storming into the boxing arena. Their weapons were rifles, far more powerful than handguns—and they swept the room with bursts of fire.
The rifles’ dominance was overwhelming; the black-clad figures completely panicked, scrambling for cover.
Ye Cheng and A Cheng seized the opportunity to retreat.
As they approached the doorway, the group of purple-masked figures brushed past them. Ye Cheng’s sharp instincts detected something amiss.
He turned his gaze to the nearest purple-masked individual, his eyes flashing with a hint of shock.