The bullets coming from behind gave no one a chance to catch their breath and shot mercilessly.
Just as the bullet was about to strike her, Rong Shaoze flung himself on top of her, rolling with her on the ground, still shooting his submachine gun without pause, taking down three of the five assassins.
These assassins were quick and nimble, not your ordinary killers; otherwise, he would have taken care of them by now.
Rong Shaoze’s eyes grew darker, and he fired again, only to find his gun was out of bullets!
His face changed slightly, and even the remaining two assassins paused for a moment.
But he reacted quickly, pulling Lin Xinlan’s body and running towards a large tree.
"No!" Lin Xinlan fell to the ground again, crying out in pain, "Go, leave me! Don’t mind me!"
Her ankle was twisted, and she couldn’t stand up at all.
If Rong Shaoze carried her, they would both die. She didn’t want to drag anyone down with her; if she were to die, let her die alone.
As if he had not heard her, Rong Shaoze snatched her up, cradling her in his arms, turned his back to shield her from the incoming bullets, and without breaking stride, ducked behind a tree.
Leaning against the trunk, he breathed heavily, as if very tired.
Looking at his determined jaw and the resolve in his dark eyes, Lin Xinlan couldn’t identify the feelings stirring within her.
It was the first time she had been protected , with someone risking their life for her.
She thought she could stop hating him, letting all of the past go.
Tugging at his clothes, she looked at him and said softly, "Put me down, run by yourself, you won’t get away with me."
The man glared fiercely at her, rejecting her suggestion with just his gaze.
He was about to rush out holding her once again when another burst of gunfire rang out; his men had arrived.
Seven or eight black-clad bodyguards charged fiercely, and seeing that the odds were against them, the two assassins exchanged glances, covering each other as they retreated.
"Chase them, don’t let a single one escape! Preferably keep a live one!" Rong Shaoze commanded sharply.
Five bodyguards pursued the two assassins, while two others ran over, anxiously asking, "Shaoze, are you alright?"
Despite his pale face, his eyes were still sharp, "I’m fine, head to the hospital immediately!"
"Yes." A bodyguard reached to take Lin Xinlan from him, but he avoided the offer.
"I’ll do it myself!" He walked quickly towards the edge of the woods, carrying her.
The two bodyguards following saw his back and their expressions changed.
They opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but ultimately chose to keep silent.
Outside there was a car brought by a bodyguard; Rong Shaoze carried Lin Xinlan into the back seat, and the two bodyguards sat in front, not saying anything, quickly starting the car and driving towards the hospital.
"How’s your foot? Any injuries on your body?" Rong Shaoze immediately inquired about Lin Xinlan’s injuries.
As he lifted her twisted foot, Lin Xinlan gasped in pain, her face contorting, "It’s fine, just a sprain."
Her ankle was swollen and red, painful to even the slightest movement.
Rong Shaoze gently set down her leg, not daring to move it more.
"Any other injuries?" he asked again.
"No," Lin Xinlan shook her head.
Though the situation had been extremely dangerous, she hadn’t been hurt, just frightened, still unsettled now.
"And you?" She looked at his pale face and asked softly, her brow furrowed.