The moment the gunfire erupted, several bullets came whistling toward her, wrapped in waves of scorching air.
Shi Lan had never expected the group to suddenly open fire. She only had time to turn her head slightly, dodging the bullet aimed straight between her brows.
The scorching bullet grazed Shi Lan's forehead, carving a bloody line. The other bullets struck her without hindrance, burrowing a few inches into her body before being trapped by her taut muscles.
A flash of killing intent shot through Shi Lan's eyes. She stopped paying attention to Zhao Ye, who was still sprawled on the ground, barely clinging to life. Ignoring the pain of the bullets lodged in her body, she shot forward like a tiger breaking out of its cage, pouncing straight toward the dark corner.
"Are you crazy?! Why did you shoot?!"
A woman's shriek came from the darkness.
The guns rang out again, but Shi Lan was now on guard. Her senses were sharp enough to let her dodge the bullets.
In the time it took to snap her fingers a few times, Shi Lan had crossed more than a hundred meters and reached the people in the shadows.
There were three men and one woman, all familiar faces: the few classmates in Ning An's class who didn't look like good people. One of them held a silver pistol, the smell of gunpowder still lingering at its muzzle.
"Ning An, this..."
Seeing the cold look on Shi Lan's face, one of the men forced a smile and was about to explain. But the armed man beside him remained expressionless and raised his gun again. At the same time, he said, "This Ning An is probably a fake. She's not one of us. Take her out!"
Before he could pull the trigger, before