A slightly cool breeze stirred the brownish-gold strands of hair and brushed Wei Jinna's cheeks.
She raised her head and looked at the sharply defined, weathered face before her.
The face had shed the frivolous smile it had just feigned, returning to the calm composure she had seen the first time.
Like a Wolf King that had lost its pack and wandered alone through the wilderness.
Those deep eyes were like a bottomless Deep Pool, impossible to peer into.
Beyond his cheeks stretched the vast, boundless night sky.
The once-open rooftop had vanished, leaving only a night sky filled with dust.
The wind high above was even fiercer, scattering the dust and lashing painfully against their faces.
He Ao swiftly withdrew the arm shielding Wei Jinna, rose to his feet, and looked behind him.
The howling wind at high altitude whipped up his disheveled hair.
The magnificent building looked as though a giant hand had forcibly dug out one of its corners. Of the entire top floor, only the section where He Ao now stood had survived.
If he had been even a little slower, the explosion would have swallowed him.
Was it that specially made Transcendent Bullet?
How many of those bullets had these people prepared? Had they used the ones left over from the attempt on the President here?
He Ao shifted his gaze downward, looking toward where the bullet had come from.
In the hazy depths of the night, atop another slightly shorter building not far away, a figure could faintly be seen disappearing at high speed.
At that moment, Wei Jinna noticed He Ao's shifting gaze as well. Without hesitation, she stuffed the envelope in her hand into his jacket pocket and offered him the Wooden Stock Rifle hanging from her other hand.
Almost the instant