"Ah—"
With a painful groan, Xia Zhixun's gun fell to the ground.
At that moment, a silhouette swiftly rushed in from outside. After delivering a palm strike to her, the man holding the child easily knocked the woman to the ground.
Xia Zhixun was never physically adept; she was just an ordinary woman.
After knocking her down, Lin Yebai looked toward the woman beside him who was bleeding non-stop and tied up: "Are you okay? This lunatic, why does she shoot at everyone she sees?"
He quickly squatted in front of her and hurriedly untangled the wire binding her, ready to help her up.
However, when he reached out to support her, the woman realized that her body was extremely stiff at that moment, as if she was resisting his approach.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked in confusion, then looked up at her.
Unexpectedly, what he saw was an exceptionally indifferent face: "Did you really kill him?"
Lin Yebai's expression immediately changed: "What do you mean? You don't believe me?"
