Smith didn't dodge, his nose was bent, and blood began to flow uncontrollably.
Smith calmly raised his hand, wiped away the blood, and walked back inside without a care.
Luo Liu stood at the doorway, his voice deep and serious: "Why did you have to involve her?"
With his back to the door, Smith replied, "If she doesn't die, you'll have to die in her place."
Klak...
Luo Liu suddenly pulled the trigger, aiming the pistol high at the back of Smith's head.
Still, without any emotion on his face, Smith continued back to his computer and sat down.
Luo Wuya turned to look at the door, smiling as he said, "Xiaoliu, by doing this, we're not only saving her, but also saving you."
"Bang —" A gunshot rang out, the bullet grazing past the old man's ear.
Blood trickled from Luo Wuya's left ear, a burning pain, accompanied by a lingering ringing.
The man stepped inside, like the sudden descent of the Grim Reaper, emitting an overwhelming chill that froze the room's air.
