Could it be...
He abruptly turned toward his leader, his eyes blazing with light.
"Leader, was that your doing?"
Yun shook her head at once. "No, it was them."
Everyone looked in the direction Yun pointed. Two young men were gathered around a disheveled prisoner, saying something.
Lou Guanshan folded his arms. "See? Was this our doing? What was it you said earlier-that it was all our fault? Now that you've seen clearly, how about an apology?"
The disheveled prisoner clutched his head, his face filled with nothing but shock and terror.
His whole body shook like a leaf, and he instinctively tried to kneel.
But Kou Ying held him down, making him land on his backside.
"My teammate likes to joke. Don't mind him. But your earlier guess really was wrong. We have no intention of harming anyone."
Kou Ying was stating a fact, merely correcting him. He had no other thoughts and did not want the man to kneel.
He kept feeling that, if the man knelt, he might get carried away and yank his trousers off.
So he had to make things clear and maintain a safe distance.
The disheveled prisoner's mind reeled, his voice trembling.
"Then... I'm sorry?"
"There, that's more like it."
Lou Guanshan casually patted the disheveled prisoner on the shoulder, then hauled him upright.
"What are you scared of? We're not devils."
He pointed at the sky. "If you ask me, those guys trying to kill you are the ones you should be cursing.
"Look, here they come again. Once wasn't enough, so they're going for a second round."
Kou Ying did not even look. He simply commanded the shadows lurking in the night to form a vast net, swallowing every incoming shell.
This time, everyone saw it clearly.
The ferocious barrage vanished