"Bang!"
A gunshot was heard in his ear, and Lan Ye's eardrums were hurt by the huge gunshot.
Almost at the same time, a blood flower burst out from the beast-like woman's head, and a large piece of brain mixed with red blood splattered on the snow-white wall.
Her head tilted, and the creepy roar stopped abruptly. Her body fell straight into the pool of blood and stopped moving.
Lan Ye panted and turned his head to look at the source of the gunshot.
Gao Weijun half-crouched by the wall, the gun in his hand was still emitting wisps of green smoke, and a bullet shell with a shining metal light jumped and rolled on the blood-stained floor, making a tinkling sound, like a mourning song.
Gao Weijun panted heavily, slowly slid down to sit on the ground, holding the gun tightly in his hand, his eyes a little dull.
Apparently, this was the first time he shot someone at such a close distance, and it was a headshot, so he hadn't reacted yet.
His forehead was soaked with sweat, and his body was covered with blood from the fight with the woman, looking miserable.
Mu Han also dropped the tray on the ground with a "bang", stood against the wall, his legs trembling constantly, and looked frightened.
After surviving the disaster, Lan Ye smiled at Gao Weijun and gave him a thumbs up, as a thank you for his rescue.
Gao Weijun also smiled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, got up, took out the intercom and started calling. Lan Ye clearly saw that his hands were still shaking slightly.
The smile froze on Lan Ye's face.
In his sight, a strong man walked out of the crowd. He had a sinister look in his eyes. He silently bent down to pick up the baton that Lan Ye had dropped in the distance before and ran quickly towards Gao Weijun who had just stood up and was adjusting the intercom channel with his back to the crowd.
Before Lan Ye could shout, the baton in the strong man's hand was already raised high in the air.
With Mu Han's terrified scream, he swung the baton with a grim smile and hit Gao Weijun's back of the head fiercely.
When Gao Weijun fell, Lan Ye clearly saw a dazzling blood flower spurting out from behind his head. He fell straight to the ground with an expression of disbelief on his face.
The strong man held the baton and bent down to pick up the gun in Gao Weijun's hand, but he couldn't pry Gao Weijun's hand open.
Gao Weijun stubbornly and stubbornly grasped the gun body, while his eyes were fixed on the strong man who tried to grab the gun, and the flames of anger were burning in his eyes.
The strong man tried several times but failed. He was angry and stood up and kicked Gao Weijun's head fiercely:
"Fuck, give me the gun! Damn it!"
He roared, swinging the baton and beating Gao Weijun's body crazily, but Gao Weijun's grip on the gun became tighter and tighter, not giving him a chance.
At this moment, Lan Ye really hoped that the baton was of poor quality and would break immediately.
"Stop!"
Lan Ye stood up, strode over, bent over, and punched him in the waist.
Lan Ye thought that this blow would make him stop, but he didn't expect that this guy was so strong that Lan Ye's punch seemed to hit a piece of thick fat, and it didn't work.
Seeing that the blow didn't work, Lan Ye stepped back a few steps, raised his leg and gathered his strength, kicking at his chest.
The sturdy man suddenly turned around and swung his arm horizontally, heading straight for Lan Ye's face. Lan Ye couldn't dodge, so he only had time to step back and raise his arms to protect his head to block.
"Bang!"
Lan Ye only felt that his arm was like being hit by a hammer and became numb instantly. Lan Ye stepped back repeatedly in pain. Before Lan Ye could recover, the sturdy man caught up with him and kicked him in the stomach.
The kick was so powerful that Lan Ye felt a pain in his abdomen. His feet left the ground instantly and his whole body flew backwards uncontrollably.
Lan Ye hit the wall hard and fell to the ground with a "thump". His stomach was churning like crazy and his bones were falling apart.
His brain buzzed instantly. For some reason, a violent breath suddenly surged from the bottom of Lan Ye's heart to his brain. The breath was bloodthirsty and brutal, making Lan Ye want to tear the guy in front of him into pieces with his own hands.
Lan Ye tried hard to grit his teeth and struggle to get up, but he failed after trying several times. The piercing pain in his body was like a raging fire burning Lan Ye's skin and muscles. Every movement was painful.
The sturdy man spat at Lan Ye and cursed, "You're looking for death!"
Looking down at Gao Weijun who was still holding the gun tightly, he was immediately furious.
"Fuck, you want to die? Okay, I'll let you die!"
After saying that, he held the baton with his backhand and smashed Gao Weijun's head with the pointed side of the handle.
"No!" At this moment, Mu Han screamed and pounced on the sturdy man, slapping and scratching him desperately.
But for the big and strong man, her strength was too small. The strong man was not moved at all, and the spike was about to pierce Gao Weijun's head.
In a hurry, Mu Han grabbed the strong man's wrist and bit it hard. The strong man screamed and was forced to drop the baton.
"Hey, run!" Lan Ye yelled at Mu Han who was entangled with the strong man, thinking that this girl usually looked very quiet, but he didn't expect her personality to be so fierce.
But it was too late. The strong man stared at Mu Han with his eyes wide open, and his eyes were fierce. Obviously, he was completely enraged.
He punched Mu Han's face several times, and Mu Han's originally delicate and fair face immediately became red and swollen, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.
The sturdy man grabbed Mu Han's hair, and a crazy roar broke out from his throat. He swung his strong arms and pulled Mu Han's head against the wall behind him.
Suddenly, he staggered and almost lost his balance.
Looking down, Gao Weijun's face was covered with blood, and he was holding his legs tightly and pulling back desperately.
If Gao Weijun hadn't just destroyed the sturdy man's balance and slowed down his movements, Mu Han would have hit the wall with his head broken and bleeding.
Lan Ye's blood surged, anger and pain mixed together, gritted his teeth and tried to support his body:
"Fuck, you're good at fighting, right?"
Lan Ye spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, endured the severe pain and trembling in his body, and ran wildly again.
When he was more than one meter away from the strong man, Lan Ye pushed the ground with both feet, jumped up with the bounce force, and used the gravity of the fall and the inertia of the forward rush to hit the strong man's chest with his knee.
The sturdy man screamed after being hit by Lan Ye's knee and fell backwards to the ground.
After landing, Lan Ye quickly supported the ground with both hands, but before he could get up, a strong wind hit the back of his head. Lan Ye quickly rolled forward on the spot, and the stick brushed past his scalp. Looking back, the sturdy man was holding the stick, showing a ferocious expression, and rushed towards me again.
Lan Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, saw the opportunity when he rushed over, raised his leg and kicked him hard in the knee joint.
When he lost his balance and half-knelt on the ground, Lan Ye turned around and went around to his side, stretched out his left hand to clamp his neck, clenched his right fist, roared, and punched him in the temple with his fist.
He suddenly swung his arm and punched Lan Ye in the face. Lan Ye retreated in pain and the two distanced themselves.
Lan Ye was about to rush over again, but when he raised his hand, a black gun muzzle was pointed at Lan Ye, and Lan Ye's body suddenly stopped.
Gao Weijun's gun was gone at this moment, and his hand holding the gun was covered in blood. He lay on the ground with a wandering consciousness.
"Shut up, everyone! Don't move!"
The strong man yelled, and the originally chaotic and noisy venue suddenly became quiet. Everyone looked at the gun in the strong man's hand and the few people lying on the ground covered in blood in horror.