Just as the gunshots rang out.
Tong Shan, wearing sunglasses at the end of the bodyguard lineup, sighed and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the steel nail that had just left the gun barrel lost its target and veered towards the sky.
The assailant shouted, roared, and pulled the trigger again.
Still to no avail.
After firing two steel nail bullets, through the dissipating smoke, seeing Xu Chaoxian unharmed, he was stunned for a moment and instinctively swung the modified gun like a hammer, charging towards the podium.
Unfortunately, there was no longer any chance.
No, there was never a chance from the start.
Security and bodyguards at the scene had already pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. Layer by layer, under the pressure, the assailant's mask came off his face, revealing scars like acid erosion, ugly and wretched.
He lifted his head desperately, glaring at Xu Chaoxian, protected in the middle by subordinates, his eyes bloodshot.
With repeated roars and struggles.
