At that moment, the assassin disguised as a waiter almost emptied his magazine in one burst, but the bullets ultimately failed to achieve the expected effect.
Because the instant the gunshots rang out was also the instant Song Da let out a furious roar.
Song Da charged in front of the assassin at astonishing speed, grabbed his wrist, and raised it. The successive shots ended up striking only the private room's ceiling.
Immediately afterward, Song Da let out another icy shout and actually crushed the assassin's wrist bone with sheer gripping force!
Ah—!
The assassin's agonized scream rang out, and Song Da snatched away the pistol.
Song Da kicked the assassin away with one leg, sending him crashing hard into the wall. Then, under the assassin's despairing and unwilling gaze, Song Da exerted force with both hands and bent the stolen pistol completely out of shape before casually throwing it onto the floor.
The assassin's face was covered in cold sweat from the pain. At that moment, he looked at Song Da as though he were looking at a devil. He cursed loudly in what seemed to be some foreign language, making it impossible to tell what he was saying—but it clearly was nothing pleasant.
"It's all right now." Song Haoran released Song Ying.
The instant the assassin drew his gun, Song Haoran had immediately pulled Song Ying into his arms and thrown himself to the floor, turning his back toward the assassin.
Only after Song Da defeated the assassin did he pull Song Ying up. Her lips were slightly dry, but she was not overly flustered... She had actually encountered assassinations like this several times already and had long since passed the stage of panicking.
At that moment, Song Da charged forward again, dislocated the assassin's shoulder, then grabbed