When Feng Jun fired, the other bodyguard had already rushed over.
He had originally wanted to take advantage of Feng Jun being distracted and throw himself at him. But when he caught sight of his young lady holding two apples with a bottle of water tucked under her arm, he froze. This was... the young lady's friend?
Sophia was stunned by the scene. The mineral water immediately fell to the ground, and the apple in her mouth dropped out as well.
The next moment, she screamed desperately, "No, no... oh no, don't do it! This is a misunderstanding, okay?"
The bodyguard who had been shot still intended to keep firing—the shot to his thigh would not kill him.
But with the young lady shouting like that, he had no choice but to stop. As a bodyguard, he had to obey his employer.
Put mildly, if the employer believed you had shot the wrong person and you kept going, you would have to pay the compensation yourself.
Put harshly, if the other party was the employer's friend and you injured him in defiance of orders, the employer might even demand compensation from you.
He stopped, and Feng Jun stopped as well. Then Feng Jun sneered, tossed the bullet in his right hand onto the ground, spun the gun in his hand, and it vanished into thin air. He twisted the motorcycle throttle and sped away down the road.
Sophia had an eccentric temperament, but she was kind at heart. "Uncle Jason, hurry to the hospital... Forget it, wait for my grandfather's private doctor. Is it serious?"
"I'm fine," Jason replied with a bitter smile, touching the wound on his leg. "It hit the outside of my thigh. The muscles there are pretty solid, so it probably didn't hit the bone, but