As the patrolling bodyguards saw what was happening, they all drew their guns and approached, but Jun Moyan signaled them all to back off.
He protected Wen Xiao'ai behind him and said softly, turning his head, "You go eat."
Seeing the increasingly furious Bai Tang approaching, Wen Xiao'ai tightened her grip on Jun Moyan's clothes, "I won't go."
That thing in his hand is very dangerous. What if you get hurt? I must stay to protect you.
And what's going on with this guy? The drunkard clearly saved his grandfather, so why does he want to kill the drunkard now?
"It's dangerous here."
"That's all the more reason I can't leave."
"Then stand behind me and do not run around," Jun Moyan said. It wasn't that he was afraid of Bai Tang, but rather, he was afraid he might accidentally fire and hurt Xiaoguai.
"Okay."
During the time they were speaking, Bai Tang had already reached them; his gun had been pointing at the drunkard from the start to the end.
