Nangong Yaoling clenched his teeth, his pupils filled with murderous intent as he looked at Situ Yan, his gaze discreetly directed toward the water behind him.
"Nangong Yaoling, shoot immediately! Otherwise, I will not show mercy!" Situ Yan said, suddenly chambering the gun and pressing it forcefully against Xia Xiaonuan's head.
Nangong Yaoling trembled all over, gritted his teeth, picked up the pistol, and aimed it at his own shoulder.
"Young Master! Don't..."
"Don't do it, Young Master!" Qin Yi looked at Nangong Yaoling with heartache.
All the bodyguards looked at Nangong Yaoling in shock.
The Young Master would do anything for the Young Mistress!
Nangong Yaoling's gaze, however, was firmly fixed on Xia Xiaonuan.
"Bang—!" A gunshot rang out.
His shoulder instantly gushed with blood.
The wind blew, carrying a breath of blood.
Situ Yan curled his lips, revealing a smug smile.
