Perhaps it was because the sound was so close to her ear, even the anger carried within it seemed amplified countless times.
Mo Shu furrowed her brows and turned to look at the man behind her.
Yu Siqiao had his arms around her from behind, and by now, he had tossed her pistol to the ground, his hands kneading hers, "You've never fired a gun, what are you playing at!"
"Who says I haven't!" Mo Shu instinctively retorted, "I also learned self-defense when I was a kid, okay!"
The descendants of great families inevitably have enemies.
Especially since Mo Shu had lost her parents at a young age, Grandpa Mo made her learn some self-defense skills.
Such as the techniques to free oneself from kidnappings or how to react when held hostage.
However, as she grew older and the number of bodyguards around her increased, those lessons were gradually canceled.
Yu Siqiao scoffed, "With just those self-defense skills, you can only handle garbage like this."
