Just as the car window rolled down and the gun barrel extended, Feng Jun was staring down the warrior monk.
But that did not mean he had abandoned his awareness of his surroundings.
As the car approached, he suddenly sensed a killing intent in the air, and it was rapidly growing stronger.
He spun around sharply and darted forward, placing himself in front of Yang Yuxin.
Feng Jun was no saint. He helped people now and then, but when it came to strangers, he had absolutely no habit of sacrificing himself to save others.
But Manager Yang had come specifically to help him deal with someone, so he had an obligation to ensure her safety.
He moved with incredible speed, and the first two bullets aimed at him missed completely.
As for the third bullet, he did not know whether the assassin had originally intended to kill Yang Yuxin or had simply tracked his movement with the gun. Either way, it struck him squarely in the chest.
The assassin's fourth bullet hit the car's left front tire directly, clearly intended to stop them from pursuing.
Yang Yuxin reacted rather slowly, but Inspector Xiao Tian looked well-trained. She took a quick step and darted behind the car.
Using the car body as cover to evade the bullets, she turned her head and looked back at Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin.
A small hole had appeared in Feng Jun's tracksuit, and his body jolted violently. But immediately afterward, he flicked his hand, sending a white object flying heavily toward the fleeing car.
The driver was quite capable. He probably had not expected Feng Jun to retaliate, but even while fleeing for his life, he did not forget to jerk the steering wheel from time to time.
Standing by the roadside, Feng Jun