59. Qiao Jian

Who had died?

It hadn't been Yimo or Qin Muse. It was the Black Man wearing the black balaclava!

With a gunshot, Qin Muse had already reacted. She immediately snatched the gun from the Black Man as he fell toward the ground, then raised it and fired another shot at him before making a run for it.

As Qin Muse saw it, Yimo was a total liability.

He was practically a weapon against her. If she kept working with him, he'd drag her down for sure.

But just as she lifted her foot, Yimo pounced and grabbed her leg, making her fall to the ground again.

Even if it was dirt, that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Furious, Qin Muse turned and shouted at Yimo, "Why are you grabbing me!"

"Quit groping my leg!"

Yimo didn't care. He scrambled up Qin Muse's leg as fast as he could, reached her side, wrapped his arms around her, and pressed her to the ground. "What the hell are you running for!"

"Running now would make us sitting ducks!"

Qin Muse said, "If we don't run, then..."

But before Qin Muse could finish, a barrage of gunfire had already ripped through the night sky.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-!

"Charge!!!"

Plenty of men shouted, but only one voice was speaking Chinese. The rest were speaking English or other languages they couldn't understand.

The night, which had finally quieted down, instantly flared to life amid a storm of bullets.

The two of them weren't just lying on the ground doing nothing. They were still bickering.

Yimo said, "If I hadn't been quick-witted, you'd be full of holes by now!"

Qin Muse said, "Because of you, I nearly got shot dead just now!"

Yimo said, "Damn it, if I hadn't covered you during that first wave of artillery, you'd