Qin Mu pressed his thin lips together and struggled to stand up, raising the silver handgun that Feng Lie had just given him to aim at Feng Jun’s forehead.
"Just because he can’t pull the trigger doesn’t an I can’t."
Feng Jun’s expression changed slightly, knowing without guessing who had given the gun to Qin Mu.
From the beginning, when Feng Lie had shot himself for Qin Mu, it was clear what the man’s choice was.
Feng Lie chose Qin Mu, not himself.
It was truly the epito of irony.
"Qin Mu, you know I’m all in now. If you leave, everything I’ve worked for my whole life is finished."
Hearing this, Qin Mu exchanged a glance with Feng Lie. It seems that Feng Jun wouldn’t retreat the special forces, so the most effective way was to take Feng Jun and escape Kunshan.
Then personally deliver the man to the judge for trial.
Feng Lie raised his hand and tossed the two remaining handguns at his waist to Old Master Qin and Mu Wan, then nodded heavily.
"My car is up ahead. I’ll cover with Qin Mu, you two go..."
Mu Wan: "..."
Qin Mu is injured now, he can’t walk at all.
Mu Wan’s beautiful eyes were full of concern, while Old Master Qin made a decisive decision.
"Qin San, you take Mu Wan and go..."
"Grandfather, I can’t go. My legs can’t walk quickly right now, so if you take Mu Wan away, it’s more likely to succeed."
Old Master Qin thought it over and realized that Qin Mu indeed couldn’t take Mu Wan away; it was better for him to intercept the others.
"Alright."
Old Master Qin hadn’t fired a gun in many years, and in retirent, his most common task was to polish his handgun.
Now... the real action had arrived, and it was ti to see if he was still sharp with a gun.
Mu Wan’s eyes were red, naturally reluctant to leave.
Qin Mu’s legs were injured, and the special forces... a dense mass, countless.
It’s very possible... Qin Mu might lose his life here.
"Qin Mu..."
"Don’t worry, I’ll co back to see you alive."
Mu Wan: "..."
The man’s words were firm, leaving no room for doubt.
Mu Wan sniffled, tears sliding from her eyes, and nodded heavily.
"Okay... you and Feng Lie be careful."
"Alright."
...
Clear division of labor.
Qin Mu and Feng Lie stood back to back. Qin Mu quickly tied Feng Jun’s wrists, preventing him from struggling free, and then gripped the gun to sweep at the n in black beside him.
Since Qin Mu’s legs were injured, he relied on Feng Lie to stand up.
Qin Mu pressed his thin lips together.
"The old rules, if we get out alive today... the midnight snack’s on ..."
"Yeah, I’ll bring my own drinks."
"Alright."
...
The two exchanged a look, then Qin Mu spoke: "Grandfather, take Xiaowan and go."
"Alright."
Bang bang bang!
Intense gunfire erupted around them, one after another.
Mu Wan’s entire body tingled with fear, her small hand clenched tightly by Old Master Qin, who then led her running out of the crowd.
Even though Old Master Qin was over 80 and not as agile as these special forces, his movents were quite swift, and his marksmanship was still accurate.
Old Master Qin gathered his strength and directly pulled Mu Wan into the car, though special forces surrounded the vehicle from the rear.
"Xiaowan, I can only take you this far. Drive down the mountain and report to the police, understand? Even though I’m old and not much use, I can still lend a helping hand."
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