Meng Jun and Gu Chenn swiftly came to Li Qiao's side, protecting her between them, one on the left and the other on the right.
The bullet grazed her shoulder and struck the wall; it wasn't a miss but deliberate.
How could the marksmanship of hired mercenaries be anything but precise, especially since an emergency light had already lit up at the corner of the hallway?
There was only one possibility, they didn't intend to kill her.
Li Qiao turned her head towards the direction from which the bullet came—it was from a suite at the end of the corridor.
She didn't hesitate and walked over.
Meng Jun reached out to stop her and pressed his ear, asking into the communicator, "How many people?"
Without waiting for an answer, the doors of three suites burst open, and shadowy figures could be seen rushing out from the dim light.
A quick observation revealed there were more than ten people.
