Song Yaoyao fired several shots before finally hitting Nian Xiaoqing.
Song Yaoyao could not help marveling. He truly lived up to his reputation as a master-his martial arts were incredible.
Nian Xiaoqing fell to the floor with a cry of pain.
The guards who had been drawn over by the gunshots heard the commotion inside and called out again:
"Your Highness, are you all right?"
Nian Xiaoqing shouted:
"Everyone, come in."
While Nian Xiaoqing was not looking at her, the gun in Song Yaoyao's hands had already turned into a Gatling.
Hearing Nian Xiaoqing's voice, the guards immediately answered, "Yes, Your Highness."
Then a group of guards rushed inside.
Song Yaoyao raised the Gatling and sprayed them with bullets. Before long, every guard lay on the floor, silent and lifeless.
Nian Xiaoqing wanted to stop her, but it was already too late.
Nian Xiaoqing stared fixedly at the Gatling in Song Yaoyao's hands, his expression so dark it could have dripped water, and asked:
"Where exactly did that huge thing come from? You didn't have it on you just now."
Song Yaoyao said with a cheerful smile:
"Want to know?
"You're about to die. What do you need to know so much for?"
"You were prepared all along? You knew we would capture you?"
"Think about it. If I didn't have a few tricks up my sleeve, how could I patrol the streets every day, searching for your traces?
"We searched for you for so long. We really never expected you to deliver yourselves right to our doorstep.
"Although I didn't know you would capture me, of course I had to prepare a way to deal with you if we met!"
Nian Xiaoqing seemed to realize something and asked for confirmation:
"So you let us capture you on purpose?"
"You're