A gust of wind struck.
Bullets whizzed overhead, embedding themselves into the thick trunk behind them, causing the tree bark to scatter.
Suddenly knocked down, Wen Renche narrowed his eyes and stared at a certain spot in front of him, his aura dark and violent.
He raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the darkness.
As another bullet came flying towards them, he simultaneously pulled the young girl to the side and pressed down on the trigger.
Birds perched on the trees scattered frantically.
Feathers drifted slowly and soundlessly fell onto the dark brown soil, appearing eerily strange under the cold, white moonlight.
The air grew silent; the burly men lay sprawled awkwardly on the ground, and the red dot did not appear again.
It was as if it had never been there to begin with.
"I'll go check it out." Wen Renche patted the dust off the girl's shoulder and motioned for her to stay where she was.
