Weilan's heart overflowed with a warm sense of gratitude; in times of danger, being protected from behind while someone else takes the bullets upfront, it's a situation that inevitably moves people.
Now Lu Hechen's solid back was in front, watching his back, Weilan's eyes misted with a faint layer of moisture.
Soon, she calmed her emotions, looking at the yard full of soldiers ahead.
Lu Hechen's anger was also stirred up, his lips curled into a smile devoid of warmth as he demanded sternly, "Shoot me dead, do you honestly think you can get out?"
The officer was equally arrogant, sneering coldly, "Whether I can get out or not can only be determined after a try. Want to test it out, is your lighter faster, or is my bullet faster?"
Lu Hechen's composure was at its peak at this moment, not provoked, instead he gazed coldly at that person. In front of such a domineering soldier, Lu Hechen's anger was present, but not stirred.
