Jing Min's gaze, sharp as a cold blade, was fixed on Zhou Heng, his eyes filled with undisguised hostility.
“Zhou Heng,”
His voice was deep and dangerous.
"Where do you want to take my woman?"
Chu Wuyang paused, almost instinctively taking a step forward, as if to say something.
However, Zhou Heng reacted extremely quickly, grabbing her firmly and gripping her wrist like an iron clamp.
He was very strong, giving her almost no chance to break free.
"Don't go over there!"
Zhou Heng's voice sounded guilty and urgent.
Chu Wuyang frowned and lowered her head, trying to break free.
However, a sharp gunshot shattered the surrounding silence.
Blood splattered, and Zhou Heng let out a painful groan.
He was shot in the wrist, and blood gushed out, quickly staining his clothes red.
It also splashed onto Chu Wuyang's face.
Chu Wuyang's eyes widened; the warm liquid on her hand made her heart sink.
She slowly turned around, trying to see what had happened, and her gaze met Jing Min's.
At this moment, Jing Min stood ramrod straight, the gun in his hand pointing directly in her direction.
His expression was cold and unfamiliar; there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes, only an indescribable chill.
Zhou Heng slowly stood up, his face ashen and his eyes filled with rage.
"Jingmin! You're a madman!"
"I spared your life that day because of Yangyang, and instead of being grateful, you repaid kindness with enmity?"
At this point, he looked at Chu Wuyang.
Seeing her standing there in a daze, as if she were frightened,
Zhou Heng's eyes revealed a hint of worry.
He unconsciously wanted to walk towards her, intending to comfort her.
But he had barely taken a step when suddenly—
Another gunshot rang out in the air.
The bullet grazed his toes, producing a sharp echo.
Zhou Heng jerked his body to the side, slamming his toes into the ground, nearly falling.
His face suddenly turned even more gloomy.
"Jingmin, you really are a madman,"
He roared, his voice filled with intense anger.
"Don't you know this will hurt Yangyang?"
Jing Min's eyes remained expressionless as he glanced at Zhou Heng.
Then, turning to Chu Wuyang, he spoke coldly, his tone indifferent,
"If you stay away from her, you won't hurt her."
Zhou Heng's gaze swept out the window again; the private jet was ready.
Jin Zhuoer has obviously already boarded the plane.
Jing Min brought a large number of people, and even if the rescue were to proceed now, the chances of success wouldn't even be 10%.
He reached out, intending to grab Chu Wuyang and pull her away quickly.
But before his hand could touch her skin,
Another gunshot suddenly shattered the silence, the bullet grazing almost past Chu Wuyang's sleeve.
It tore her clothes, creating a violent gust of wind.
Chu Wuyang's heart raced instantly. She turned around, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She met Jing Min's cold eyes and felt a slight tremor in her heart—his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.
It was as if he didn't care at all whether it would hurt her.
Zhou Heng looked at Chu Wuyang nervously, his expression changed, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
His voice was almost filled with gritted teeth and anger.
"Jingmin, are you really not even going to spare Yangyang?"
Jing Min's eyes were as cold as ice, and his tone was so calm it sent chills down one's spine.
"It's you who won't let her go."
"Did you ignore what I just said?"
Stay away from her!
Zhou Heng took a deep breath, as if remembering something, and gave a cold smile, a hint of provocation in his eyes.
"Jingmin, stop bothering us."
"Did you receive the recorder?"
"Yangyang and I have a very good relationship now. Even if you take her back now, she will always remember the days she spent with me. Her heart is no longer with you."
Jing Min's expression instantly tightened.
He lowered his head slightly, his brows furrowed, and his eyes became sinister and deep.
It was as if a black mist was churning in his eyes, and intense anger was about to burst forth.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Jing Min's thin figure swayed, with a barely perceptible strain, his voice low and cold.
"Then I'm even less likely to let a woman who betrayed me get away with it."
Chu Wuyang looked at that handsome, familiar face, a gun still pointed at her, his eyes unusually cold and distant.
My heart sank to the bottom.
I should have known better. How could someone like him tolerate betrayal, even if there were unavoidable circumstances?
But it was indeed because of her perceived position that she ended up in such a miserable situation.
Zhou Heng stepped forward and blocked Chu Wuyang's path.
"Jingmin, are you really just like your mother and grandmother, wanting to destroy what you can't have?"
Jingmin's voice was cold and sinister.
"Since you know so much about this, why do you still dare to provoke me?"
Zhou Heng was speechless after being choked by those words.
During the stalemate, Jin Zhuoer led his men in quickly, his gaze sweeping across the room, intending to take Zhou Heng away.
However, the people around Jingmin planned to step forward to stop them.
Jingmin raised his hand in a gesture to stop him.
A slight smile played on his lips, and a hint of amusement smirked in his eyes.
Zhou Heng rushed anxiously towards Chu Wuyang, reaching out to grab her wrist.
"Come on, Yangyang, come with me!"
With a crisp gunshot,
Zhou Heng's other arm was also hit, and blood splattered out instantly.
He frowned in pain, his face contorted in agony, yet he refused to give up, enduring the pain as he tried to pull Chu Wuyang back again.
Jin Zhuoer quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhou Heng's arm, and whispered words of advice.
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