The danger did not dissipate as Yue Dingtang and Yang Chunhe retreated.

Suddenly, two black-clad figures charged in from outside, one with a gun and the other with a knife.

The gunman wasted no time in targeting Yue Dingtang, taking aim and pulling the trigger in less than half a second.

He knew that Yue Dingtang's attire marked him as the leader of the group, and without him, the others - either women or traitors - would be easily captured.

But he never expected that just as the bullet left the barrel, he and his gun would be knocked to the ground by a powerful force from the side, causing the bullet to miss its mark and graze Yue Dingtang's cheek before embedding itself in the wall behind him.

Time seemed to slow down as the attacker with the knife lunged forward.

Yue Dingtang, with his agile movements that didn't match his injuries, pushed Yang Chunhe aside and grabbed the attacker's wrist.

With a quick pull and a kick to the knee, the attacker cried out in pain and dropped the knife.

Yang Chunhe, quick to react, smashed the attacker's head with a hammer, like cracking a walnut, and the attacker fell to the ground screaming.

Meanwhile, Ling Shu had tackled the shooter to the ground and they were wrestling for the gun, which had been kicked away.

Yue Dingtang wanted to move, but his ribs were throbbing with pain.

He gasped for air and instructed Yang Chunhe, "Quick, go get the gun!"

As Yang Chunhe was about to move, her ankle was grabbed and she fell to the ground in agony.

One of the black-clad attackers took advantage of the situation and rushed to grab the gun, but Yang Chunhe held onto his legs tightly. The other person kicked Yang Chunhe's shoulder hard, but she refused to let go even in extreme pain, her face showing the struggle.

The closest to the gun was Yue Dingtang.

He reached out slowly, but always fell short by a little bit.

Two meters, one meter, half a meter.

Just one inch left.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he felt every movement brought excruciating pain, but he couldn't get up and could only reach out like this.

When he was almost there, the person in black kicked Yang Chunhe hard and rushed forward, grabbing the gun and pointing it at him immediately!

Even though Yue Dingtang was calm, he couldn't help but feel a shiver in his heart, as if he saw the arrival of death.

It was a critical moment!

A figure fell from the sky behind him, and Ling Shu tackled the person to the ground, and the gun flew out again.

Several pairs of eyes involuntarily fixed on the gun flying in mid-air, its descent determining the life and death of several people here.

Ling Shu firmly pressed down on the other person's shoulder, pinning him down, but the other person also grabbed his neck with the same force, causing him to see black spots in front of his eyes and leaving him with no time to grab the gun.

At this critical moment of life and death, a muffled sound seemed to reach his eardrums, and he couldn't even tell if the gun had really gone off or if it was just his imagination.

If it wasn't his imagination, then whose body did the bullet hit?

He couldn't feel any pain, only suffocation, his neck tightly squeezed, unable to breathe, his mind buzzing, his body feeling light and floating, as if he was on the brink of death and yet about to be released, completely out of control.

Suddenly, the hand squeezing his neck loosened.

He didn't react until the other person fell back, causing him to lose his balance and collapse onto the ground.

Although his eyes were open, everything appeared dark and his eye sockets ached, as if someone had almost gouged out his eyeballs.

"Mr. Ling, are you okay?" The voice of the fake leader came from far away and then closer.

Ling Shu felt like he had shaken his head, but his body didn't seem to move, as he drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness.

He decided not to think about it and let himself lazily sprawl on the ground, enjoying a brief respite from life.

Until he heard someone speaking again.

"Mr. Yue, are you okay? Why is there so much blood?"

Ling Shu didn't remember where he found the strength, but suddenly he sprang up from the ground and ran towards the source of the voice.

"Yue Dingtang!"

His ears were still buzzing, so he decided to shout out loud, not knowing how loud his voice was.

But he didn't get the answer or sound he wanted.

The person seemed to be dead, silent and still.

"Yue Dingtang! Where are you!"

The ominous feeling grew stronger and Ling Shu roared, almost like a howl.

A hand grabbed his shoulder.

"Here..." Ling Shu reached out and hugged the person tightly.

"How are you?" He groped around and felt that the top half of the clothes were dry while the bottom half was sticky and wet, with countless bloodstains.

Ling Shu's heart trembled.

He dared not touch further, afraid of touching a bloody hole or the dying life of the other person.

But he couldn't block that hole, so he could only hold the person tightly.

"I'm fine..."

"Don't speak, don't speak!"

In the darkness, he dared not let go.

If he let go, Yue Dingtang would leave him again.