Before he could react, he was already sent flying, crashing into a van behind him.
"Bang!" A loud noise echoed in the deserted parking lot, and the van's alarm blared piercingly.
Lu Yunshen felt as if his bones were going to fall apart. He hadn't seen how the other person made their move, and by the time he realized it, he had already hit the van, powerless, collapsing to his knees.
Long Xiliang's eyes were filled with murderous intent, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.
He told himself to listen to Lu Xiaoyou.
Do not kill.
Lu Yunshen coughed a few times, a metallic taste rising in his throat. Clutching his chest, he endured the piercing pain. When he looked up, he found the masked man was gone.
The parking lot attendant, drawn by the van's alarm, had arrived.
"Hey? What's wrong with you?" The attendant was startled to see Lu Yunshen kneeling on the ground.
"I'm fine, just slipped accidentally..."
