The gunshot blasted the bark off the tree in front of Wang Jian. His heart was filled with terror; this was the closest he had ever been to death. In the past, when he saved the dying and helped the injured, it was always others who were in peril. Although he was moved by such experiences, they were completely different from the present moment.
It was only now, confronted with such weaponry, that he realized his fear of death hadn't diminished one bit.
Wang Jian, clutching Cai Qiong, started to retreat. He deliberately chose a route diagonal to their two assailants so that even if they fired, there would at least be obstacles to shield them from the bullets.
The fear of death didn't last long before many thoughts surfaced in his mind. From that single shot, Wang Jian could discern a lot.
Shou Hou and Lao Zhou were formidable.
