Gu Ran cried and screamed, "What's good about this? It's not good, I'm scared to death, wuwuwuwu..."
After all, she's just a student at the school. No matter how chaotic the school gets, it's never been this blatantly chaotic.
Gu Moli could feel her body trembling like a sieve in his arms, not daring to lift her head, tears slowly soaking into his shirt.
He picked up Gu Ran horizontally, glancing at the punks on the ground who were terrified by the gunshot.
Behind him, Aila rushed in, looking at the blood on the ground, and said to Gu Moli, "Are you crazy?"
Gu Moli held Gu Ran and turned his head back.
Looking at Aila, he didn't speak but aimed the black muzzle of his gun at Aila's face.
Aila trembled, looking at him in fear.
That face, devoid of any warmth, truly looked like a ghost.
No, he was like the Grim Reaper, staring at her hollowly, just like the muzzle of his gun, empty but filled with the aura of death.
"Kneel," he said.
