Ye Ranran suddenly stopped in her tracks, doubting her hearing. How could there be a gunshot here?
The next second, another shot rang out, as if reminding her that she hadn’t heard wrong.
Damn, there are actual bad guys. Ye Ranran didn’t have time to think and turned to run. Just after taking two steps, someone came running out of nowhere.
And collided straight into Ye Ranran.
The petite Ye Ranran was sent flying, landing flat on her back on the ground.
One didn’t fare much better, he was too slow, and his goods had been hijacked. He traced the perpetrators here after a lengthy pursuit, only just locating their hideout.
Just as he was about to destroy the stash, he was discovered, his brothers all falling into a trap and getting killed.
He alone escaped but had been shot a few times in the process.
Just as he broke out of the encirclement, he collided into someone. His already unsteady body fell to the ground, unable to get up for the time being.
Ye Ranran struggled up. The collision left a palm-sized bloodstain on her chest, One’s blood.
The faint smell of blood entered her nostrils, making her feel nauseous.
She walked up to him, looking down at the man lying on the ground. She intended to take a picture, in case the police later questioned her.
But when she saw the face of the man on the ground, she barely believed it. She squatted down and wiped the blood off his face.
Now she was sure she hadn’t seen wrong.
Just as Ye Ranran was about to help him up, the barrel of a gun was pointed at her forehead from the darkness.
"It’s me, Ye Ranran." Ye Ranran wasn’t afraid.
She believed that Jun Mochan’s crew wouldn’t harm her.
"I know it’s you," One groaned and sat up.
Ye Ranran’s face turned cold, "What do you mean?"
Had he lured her here to kill her?
"You are the boss’s weakness. You already know that, right?" One’s voice was deep and a little sharp, like a knife being sharpened on a stone.
"So?" Ye Ranran remained calm, showing no panic.
"So you should die." Just as One was about to pull the trigger, Ye Ranran reached behind his head and knocked him out.
By the time he fell softly to the ground, Ye Ranran’s forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
She wiped it away then reached to grab the gun out of One’s hands. But he was still clutching it tightly, and she couldn’t get it out right away.
She could only pry his fingers off the gun one by one, finally snatching it away from him.
She was relieved she had worn pants with pockets on both sides today.
She stuffed the gun into her pocket, covering it slightly with her clothes, and then with great difficulty, she held One up with her shoulder.
As she bent down, something fell from One’s body. Ye Ranran turned around and found the rifle on the ground.
She paused, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, not knowing how to react.
After returning to her senses, she immediately dropped One, picked up the rifle, and hid it.
Confirming that no one would find it, she picked up One once more.
One looked tall and thin, but he was muscular, his body was bulky. All the more considering he was well-versed in life-and-death fights.
After taking a few steps, Ye Ranran was already panting heavily.
She had to stop and catch her breath.
"Shit, I saved you, and you tried to kill me. Even as a ghost, I won’t let you off." After taking a couple of deep breaths, Ye Ranran continued forward.