Zhuo Feng shielded An An behind her, watching as those people slowly surrounded them.
The two retreated to the rocks by the cliff edge, and Zhuo Feng frowned slightly, "Miss, see if you can make a call?"
An An took out her phone; it had a locator. Did her father know about it now?
However, the number couldn't be dialed, and An An's hand shook, failing to hold it steady. The phone fell down.
"Xiao Feng, the call won't go through, listen, don't come out in a moment."
After saying that, An An wanted to go out, at least Zhuo Feng would be safe.
Zhuo Feng grabbed her, but before she could speak, gunfire rang out, hitting her arm.
The order was to capture them alive, but nothing was said about not shooting.
To deal with these people, show them some strength, knock them out and take them away; that's the best way.
An An saw the blood, her heart startled, realizing escape was impossible.
She stepped out, holding a gun, but pointing it at herself rather than others.
