After a gunshot, Xiao Ye staggered back several steps.
He let out a low growl and pressed his hand against the shoulder that got shot.
Cesar had already swiftly led Wen Qiao into the jungle.
He glanced down, noticing that blood was quickly seeping from his shoulder, soon staining his clothes red.
Xiao Ye took a deep breath, his brows slowly furrowing.
The rumors were indeed true, that woman was his greatest weakness, an obsession beyond comprehension.
For someone as cautious as him, risking himself would only be because of her.
If it weren't for that woman, he would never have ended up in this situation.
Even on the run, without her, no one in the world could have found him so quickly.
The numbness and pain in Xiao Ye's shoulder began to spread, his vision going dark.
Supported by his subordinates, he walked awkwardly towards the beach.
His face looked terrible, not because of the pain, but because she brought too much danger to them.
