Lu Zhanbei glanced at her. The murderous look in his eyes was extremely strong.
Bai Youran felt a rush of cold air emerging from the bottom of her feet. She could not help but take a huge step back.
"Gu Mo."
"Here!"
Da da da…
Rhythmic footsteps sounded, and the crowd instinctively turned their heads.
Gu Mo walked over in big strides, along with over ten men dressed in suits. The powerful aura made the crowd subconsciously hold their breaths and step back.
There were occasionally one or two people who were recalcitrant, and they were being kicked to the side ruthlessly by Gu Mo. In the blink of an eye, a huge space was cleared out from an overcrowded area.
Gu Mo looked in the direction that was still making noise. He walked over and pulled out a gun from his waistband.
"Kid, why don't you try moving again?" The muzzle was pointed directly at the back of Bai Juan's head.