He hurriedly lowered his head and thanked her.
"Thank you for saving my life. I..."
Jiang You raised a hand and cut him off. "Don't thank me. I didn't want to save anyone. I just didn't want to dirty my doorway."
Han Jiang nodded.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the little girl who had killed so many people in one breath.
But after speaking, Han Jiang saw her walk straight toward Feng Yunyun.
Han Jiang hurriedly struggled to his feet. Clutching his chest, he took three steps in two and quickly crawled to Feng Yunyun's side, blocking her and not daring to move.
He knew that the person before him had just saved him.
But no one could guarantee that she wouldn't suddenly change her mind and kill them.
Han Jiang couldn't see through this woman who had appeared out of nowhere. The indifference she showed while killing people was even more frightening than Scarface's brutality.
At least brutality proved that a person possessed anger.
But calmness meant that she had already grown accustomed to it—accustomed to killing people.
Feng Yunyun gripped Han Jiang's hand and looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared with fear in her eyes.
When she saw her raise the gun barrel, she instinctively closed her eyes.
She waited for death in despair. Dying at this woman's hands was still more dignified than being humiliated by those scum.
Her closed eyes trembled nonstop, and tears slid down from their corners.
Feng Yunyun was beautiful, and she was beautiful even when crying. But Jiang You wasn't the kind of person who would appreciate beauty right now.
She waited for a long time, but no gunshot came.
She hesitantly opened her eyes. After seeing what was happening