Five or six tall, burly men carrying sticks and flashlights walked toward the direction where they were hiding.
The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the faces of those people, making their gloomy expressions appear even more ferocious.
This was the first time Gu Baiwei had experienced something like this, and a phrase uncontrollably popped into her mind: "A dark and windy night for murder."
"Aren't we going to run?"
She was startled by her own thought and couldn't help but look at Shen Yanqing.
But Shen Yanqing's face remained as calm as ever.
"wait."
Shen Yanqing uttered only this one word lightly, and then fell silent, her eyes fixed on the approaching men, and she licked her lips.
Gu Baiwei nervously swallowed, looked around, picked up half a thick tree branch from the ground, and held it horizontally in front of her.
Although it's unclear why Shen Yanqing didn't run away, he must have had his reasons.
But she felt uneasy about doing nothing and just waiting.
Shen Yanqing caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye—her face was full of fear, yet she still maintained a defensive posture—and was amused.
He reached out and took the branch from her hand, throwing it on the ground: "This thing is no threat to them."
He spoke with a smile, then reached out and touched Gu Baiwei's waist.
Gu Baiwei was startled. What kind of time is this? He still has the mind to act like a hooligan?
However, Shen Yanqing simply reached out and pulled the pistol from her waist, then placed it in her palm.
Gu Baiwei then realized that when she jumped out of the window, she had tucked the gun that Shen Yanqing had given her into her waistband.
"What? Do you want me to do something?"
Shen Yanqing's teasing laughter suddenly rang in her ears, and Gu Baiwei's cheeks instantly turned red. What was she thinking at a time like this?
A snapping sound of a tree branch breaking underfoot rang out, and Gu Baiwei immediately tightened her grip on the gun, her palms becoming damp with cold sweat.
"Don't be afraid. Just stand behind me. Anyone who dares to come closer, just hit them on the soles of their feet."
Shen Yanqing's deep, magnetic voice rang in my ears, very close, like a bewitching male enchantress.
Gu Baiwei bit her lip and nodded vigorously.
His antics eased my tension considerably, and my hand holding the gun stopped trembling.
While they were thinking, those people had already spotted them, and the one leading them was none other than Brother Long, whose finger had been broken by Shen Yanqing.
"Damn it, the brat has finally found you."
Brother Long sneered, his face contorted with a smug, malicious expression, a stark contrast to his previous timid demeanor.
"Is your hand healed?"
Shen Yanqing scoffed, her gaze towards Brother Long still carrying the arrogance and disdain of someone in a superior position.
Brother Long's expression froze: "Brothers, get him! As long as the employer is alive, crippling him is fine."
He spat on the ground and said angrily, "Damn it, I'm going to break this pretty boy's fingers one by one."
To his surprise, just as he finished speaking those harsh words, a loud bang rang in his ears, startling him.
After realizing what it was, Brother Long's expression changed slightly: "Damn it, who the hell fired that shot?"
After he finished cursing, he noticed that the woman next to the pretty boy was holding a smoking pistol, her slender, fair fingers trembling slightly.
Shen Yanqing reached out and grasped Gu Baiwei's hand holding the gun, and said softly, "Very good, next time you can veer a little more to the left."
Damn, this even includes on-site instruction?
If we move a little to the left, wouldn't that hit him perfectly?
Brother Long's face instantly turned ashen. Seeing the men behind him still standing there in a daze, he shouted, "Damn it, what are you all standing there for? Get your weapons out!"
The villagers who were following behind then realized what was happening, and one by one they threw away the sticks in their hands and pulled out the guns and knives behind their backs.
Gun muzzles and gleaming knife tips were both pointed at Gu Baiwei and her companion. Brother Long said smugly, "Pretty boy, get over here now and kowtow to me to apologize. I might consider leaving you a whole corpse."
Shen Yanqing looked at him with an unchanged expression, her voice low and cold: "You?"
That disdainful look immediately enraged Brother Long: "Damn it, get them! Capture the women alive, and cripple the men!"
After shouting, she noticed that the people behind her hadn't moved, looking at the gun in Gu Baiwei's hand with some fear.
"Damn it, what are you afraid of, a bitch who can't even hold a gun properly? Get her!"
As he spoke, he kicked the man next to him hard.
Several villagers exchanged glances, brandishing their weapons, and approached step by step.
Shen Yanqing coldly swept his gaze over the group, then released Gu Baiwei's hand: "If you're scared, close your eyes."
Before Gu Baiwei could react, she had already subconsciously closed her eyes.
Then a scream was heard from the man closest to them.
When I opened my eyes again, the man was lying on the ground, clutching his arm and howling in pain.
Shen Yanqing remained standing in the same spot, but a gun had appeared in his hand without his knowledge.
His gaze swept lazily over the crowd, and the imposing aura emanating from him made the villagers hesitant to approach.
"Damn it, what a loser! He can't even handle this pretty boy!"
Brother Long, who was hiding in the back, suddenly snatched the gun from the man closest to him and fired a shot directly at Shen Yanqing.
As the gunshot rang out, Shen Yanqing grabbed Gu Baiwei's waist, turned his body to one side, and at the same time, fired a shot at Brother Long's knee.
The blow landed squarely, blood splattered everywhere, and Brother Long screamed and knelt on the ground: "Damn it, cripple him for me."
As the gunshot rang out, the man standing to their left seemed to only then realize what was happening and hurriedly opened fire.
However, before the gun could be fired, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Gu Baiwei then noticed that a man in black had appeared behind him at some point; it was Da Tou, Shen Yanqing's bodyguard. At the same time, a loud roar sounded overhead.
The group instinctively looked up and saw more than a dozen bodyguards in black nimbly sliding down ropes from the plane, each holding a gun.
The situation reversed instantly, and several villagers turned pale with fright.
At this moment, other villagers who had heard the gunshots also rushed over. Brother Long immediately stood up from the ground, limping, and said, "Dad, come quick, we've found someone."
The beam of flashlights shone brightly, illuminating the area as if it were daytime, and dozens of villagers carrying knives and sticks marched menacingly toward them.
The villagers were taken aback by the roar overhead, but when they saw that there were only a dozen or so people on the other side, they charged forward aggressively.
They, a group of dozens, couldn't even defeat these few?
However, they soon paid the price for their underestimation of their opponents.
Shen Yanqing's bodyguards were all highly skilled, and they quickly took down the group of people.
Seeing that he was about to be in trouble, Brother Long looked around and spotted Gu Baiwei, who was alone, and immediately had an idea.
As long as we take this woman hostage, those people will obediently submit.
He'll not only make that pretty boy kneel down and apologize to him, but he'll also get to taste this little woman properly.
His eyes gleamed with excitement as he stealthily slipped behind the fighting crowd.
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