Yes, pursuers!
On the street earlier, Qin Ran had spotted more than elite soldiers made up of ordinary men. There had also been a few figures lurking deeper in the shadows.
Although they knew how to conceal themselves, they had no way of hiding the malice in their gazes.
Even in the middle of combat, Qin Ran had felt their eyes sweep over him like needles against his back.
Picking up the middle-aged man he had knocked senseless with two slaps, Qin Ran headed outside.
Harold, Jonna, and Pierre exchanged bewildered looks before immediately following him.
Only when Qin Ran pushed open the hall doors did the three of them suddenly realize that three people had appeared in the garden without their noticing.
They wore the same soldiers' uniforms, but with a slight difference.
Pure black!
Not just their uniforms, but their epaulets, cuff links, and everything else were black, enough to make anyone frown at the sight. Coupled with the cold, blank expressions on their faces, they were even more unsettling.
"Useless!"
The leader of the three looked at the middle-aged man dangling from Qin Ran's hand and snorted.
One of the men behind him immediately drew a short-barreled pistol from his waist and fired at the middle-aged man.
Bang!
The move was sudden and extremely fast.
Yet the shot missed.
As though he had foreseen it, Qin Ran took a step sideways just before the man fired.
The bullet grazed the middle-aged man's ear and struck the dirt beside him.
Feeling the searing heat on his ear, the middle-aged man began trembling uncontrollably.
"Don't kill me!"
"I haven't said anything!"
The middle-aged man cried out repeatedly.
The shooter's brow furrowed. Without hesitation, he drew a second pistol and fired again.
Bang!
This time, he employed some sort of