"I advise you to let go."
Just then, a cold voice came from behind Lu Xiaoer.
Immediately after, the icy and hard muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of Lu Xiaoer's neck.
A menacing presence loomed behind Xiaoer.
"..."
Song Lili, holding a soldier's arm and seizing his wrist with a gun, turned her body at the sound and squinted at the person who emerged from behind Lu Xiaoer.
"Let go quickly, or your friend's life will be—"
"Bang!"
Lu Xiaoer's eyes widened, and she saw the bullet whiz by her ear, followed by the sound of the bullet entering flesh, and then a wet sensation sprayed onto half of Xiaoer's face, bringing with it a strong stench of blood!
"Xiaoer! Come to me, hide in the car!"
Song Lili's shot was both quick and precise. The soldier threatening them with the gun didn't even finish his sentence before the bullet struck his brow, and he was dead.
