Igarie seemed to hear three muffled pops—the sound of bullets entering flesh.
It was her first time experiencing something like this. Though she often went to shooting clubs to play with guns and had a firearm license, she had never bought a gun, much less gotten into a shootout with people right on the street.
This was seriously thrilling.
Thud, thud, thud--
Three corpses in suits fell face-first onto the street. A second ago, they had been charging relentlessly at the murderous assailant ahead of them. Now, they were nothing but cooling bodies.
Bullets had passed through their foreheads. Their eyes were wide open, frozen in that final moment of disbelief.
Igarie stared blankly at the calm silver-haired old man before her.
She was a little afraid, but also a little excited.
Her fear came from death, while her excitement came from the hunting instinct buried deep within the human body.
The gentle, kind image in her mind was gradually replaced by the silver-haired old man before her—cold, decisive, and faintly insane.
Honestly, purely from an aesthetic standpoint, the old man in this state was kind of handsome.
"Would this count as self-defense?"
He Ao put away his gun and looked at Igarie.
"Huh?" When it came to a professional matter, Igarie quickly came to her senses. She thought for a moment. "It should count, but there may be an issue of illegally using a firearm. Still, you'll most likely be acquitted. I can represent you."
"Alright."
He Ao knew that Igarie was a Doctor of Law from Morning Light Law School, so her professional competence should not be an issue. He grabbed her wrist, backing away as he yanked her sharply to the side. "But first, we need to stay alive."
Boom--
The corner of the wall where they