Bang!
After Fang Zhiruo ran into the box, a gunshot immediately rang out from inside.
Hearing the shot, Luo Chao felt a jolt in his heart, and after stopping the bleeding for Sun Bowen's bodyguards, he also rushed into the box.
When Luo Chao arrived inside, he saw Sun Bowen lying on the sofa, clutching his lower body and groaning in pain.
Fang Zhiruo, on the other hand, stood in place, trembling, holding a gun with both hands, not daring to breathe heavily.
The muzzle of her gun was still smoking, suggesting that it was indeed her who fired that shot earlier.
"Officer Fang, where's Silver Fox?" Luo Chao asked.
"Are you looking for me?" Suddenly, a somewhat sharp voice came from behind Fang Zhiruo.
At the same time, a young man, only about 1.6 meters tall with silver hair and a somewhat darkened forehead, stepped out from behind her.
In his hand, he held a blood-stained dagger, its tip pressed against Fang Zhiruo's waist.
"Let her go," Luo Chao said in a low voice.
