"Yuanyuan." Ye Lu turned back anxiously and saw the child had already sensitively dashed over, grabbed her hand, and ran backward before quickly ducking behind a large white column.
Then, he surprisingly threw a black object straight at Third Young Master Jun.
It was a gun.
Ye Lu was stunned, her eyes wide open; Yuanyuan, this kid, actually carried a gun with him.
"Thanks!" Third Young Master Jun smirked proudly, caught the gun mid-air, and rolled behind a tree.
Click—the sound of a safety catch, he didn't waste words, his dark, mysterious eyes now bloodthirsty and sharp. He scanned the garden surroundings, intensely focused, nerves taut, keenly aware of the slight movement of the wind in the air.
Then, he raised the gun, and from behind the tree, bang bang bang, a series of bullets fired, the fierce bullets tearing through the sky, breaking the air with a terrifying accuracy.
With the might of the grim reaper, bringing a dense shadow of death over them.
