A cold light flashed, and the man swung a machete and rushed at Yan Luoxi. Yan Luoxi watched as the man approached, unable to retreat. Falling into the sea would surely mean her death.
But staying here, she would equally face death.
In a split second, a gunshot tore through the evening's tranquility. Yan Luoxi was about to dodge to the side but was shocked into a standstill by the sound. She looked up to see a bloody hole appear on the man's forehead. His eyes were wide open in death, disbelief lingering in his gaze, as the machete fell from his hand, followed by his lifeless body hitting the ground.
Yan Luoxi stared blankly at the scene, feeling her blood run cold in her veins. Footsteps approached, and she saw a man stepping out from the reeds. He was backlit, making it hard for her to discern his features. Her vision darkened, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.
