Qin Ran did not answer.
His gaze swept over the faint mist around him.
The seemingly thin mist did more than obscure vision; it also contained toxins. Although the main attack had been concentrated around the dining table where he had been sitting, the residual poison still paralyzed the ordinary people nearby, sending them collapsing to the ground.
Ann Latrich Oaken, in Qin Ran's arms, was no exception.
Although she had not lost consciousness, her body was rigid, and her eyes were wide.
She looked around in alarm.
In particular, from her angle, she could see the attacker rushing out behind Qin Ran, but she could not make a sound to warn him. The terror in her eyes deepened.
Ann Latrich Oaken was no naive woman.
She knew perfectly well what would happen to her if Qin Ran was finished.
Once was enough for that kind of experience.
She never wanted to go through it again for the rest of her life.
No!
It couldn't end like this!
Thinking of the goal she had endured countless hardships to reach, Ann Latrich Oaken refused to accept it. She absolutely should not have to suffer such a fate again.
She did not want her life to end so bleakly before she had even truly begun to enjoy it.
She had to warn Qin Ran!
That thought drove Ann Latrich Oaken to struggle to move her body.
Even if there was only a sliver of hope.
But the poison was far too potent for an ordinary person. Despite Ann Latrich Oaken exerting every ounce of strength she had, her body did not budge.
Just as Ann Latrich Oaken sank into despair, Qin Ran moved.
Or, more precisely, Qin Ran kicked backward.
Thud!
The attacker who had approached without a sound went flying from