Bang!
All of a sudden, a series of ear-piercing gunshots rang out, and silenced bullets streaked toward Ling Yun.
That scene had startled the assassins hiding in the darkness. They immediately could not resist launching a forceful attack on Ling Yun.
"Look out!"
Long Yanran's expression changed. She scooped up Little one and darted to the side, hiding behind a large tree. The tree was instantly showered with countless bullets and was blasted to pieces.
"Oops, I grabbed the wrong person. What are you afraid of, human shield?"
"Beibei and Little Irene, hurry and get out of the car! It's going to explode!"
Long Yanran put Little one down and hurriedly shouted toward the car. She had run away too quickly and forgotten Beibei and Little Irene inside.
Whoosh...
The two little figures—Beibei and Little Irene—were the fastest runners. They had already gotten out of the car and had no idea where they had run in from.
"Auntie, what's going on?"
"It's fine. Don't worry!"
As Long Yanran spoke, her divine sense swept outward. She discovered quite a few men gathered all around them, dressed in black, holding weapons, and radiating a chilly aura. At a glance, they clearly did not belong to any ordinary force.
"Attack!"
A cold voice rang out. Several men wielding sharp knives walked toward Ling Yun, while the others stared fixedly at him.
A blood-red flash flickered and vanished. The several men holding knives abruptly stopped in their tracks.
In the next second, blood spurted from their throats in unison. One after another, they collapsed to the ground with thuds, all killed in a single move.
Seeing this strange and terrifying scene, the remaining men in black all paled dramatically.
Ling Yun had moved far too quickly. Their eyes could not keep up.
"Open fire!"