Fei Han hesitated no more and aimed at Si Yuheng with a loud bang!
"Uh-huh—" Si Yuheng's thigh seeped blood as he half-kneeled on the ground.
Thankfully, Fei Han, in his anger, had missed the vital spot.
"Hall Master!" His confidant was startled and disregarded Liang Anya's safety, wanting to pounce on Fei Han to stop him, but was yanked heavily by Fei Han who shouted, "Get out of the way!"
Fei Han raised his wrist again, aiming at Si Yuheng's chest: "You killed Xueli, now dying for a woman is your karma."
Si Yuheng half-kneeled on the ground, like a perfect Greek sculpture, seemingly always ready for Fei Han's shot, yet did not move.
Fei Han clenched his teeth, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
"Bang!"
The sound of a gunshot rang clear!
A long figure fell heavily to the ground!
But it wasn't Si Yuheng; it was Fei Han.
Blood gushed from Fei Han's leg as he lay on the ground, staring incredulously at Liang Anya.
