Nangong Feihong finished speaking and suddenly reached out to grab that person's knife. But after all, the space in the car was limited, and as a result, Feihong's shoulder was slashed. Blood instantly spurted out.
Xia Xiaonuan screamed, and Nangong Feihong reached out to choke that person's neck.
The person swung the knife again, trying to slash him.
At this moment, there was a "bang——" sound.
A gunshot.
Xia Xiaonuan's heart almost stopped. The knife in that person's hand fell "clank——!" to one side, and a bullet had pierced his temple. With wide eyes, he collapsed in front of the car window.
Xia Xiaonuan and Nangong Feihong turned their heads and saw, against the backdrop of a fiery sunset, Situ Yan standing outside the car, holding a handgun with a murderous look on his face.
Xia Xiaonuan clutched her chest, completely relieved.
Situ Yan approached, opened the car door, and looked at Xia Xiaonuan, saying: "Are you okay?"
