Lan Yue stumbled and with a "pfft" sound, a bullet grazed her arm and struck Lan Huan in the abdomen.
"Brother." Lan Yue called out urgently, hurriedly steadying herself, quickly drawing out a gun with her hands, and turned her head to look in the direction from which the bullet had come.
Lan Huan rolled on the ground, clumsily avoiding further shots, and also raised his hand to shoot back at Xiao Chen.
The two of them exchanged fire, each more ruthless than the other.
Lan Yue stood anxiously to the side; one was her dearest person, the other was the one she loved the most – she didn't want to see either of them get hurt.
Turning her head to glance at Lan Huan, she saw he was wounded; the rolling on the ground had left quite a bit of blood on the floor.
Biting her lip, she dashed toward Xiao Chen, blocking in front of him, "Brother, you have to go."
If this continued, Lan Huan would definitely be captured by Xiao Chen.
"Move aside." Xiao Chen said coldly, looking at her.
