Ruan Tianling suddenly turned his head, and that was when he saw Yan Yue on the ground, her forehead struck by a bullet.
She lay there motionless, her blood soaking through her hair...
Her eyes were wide open, bearing the expression of someone who died with grievances unappeased.
Where had the bullet come from?
Ruan Tianling had no desire to take another look at Yan Yue.
His gaze swiftly scanned the room, then he noticed the bullet hole in the window.
The window was directly in line with Yan Yue's face; had he been standing in front of her just moments before, the bullet would have hit him...
Ruan Tianling moved with Jian Yufei to a safe corner, shielding her.
"Someone's in the tree across the way, search it immediately!" he ordered his subordinates in a stern voice.
Jian Yufei cowered in his embrace, trembling all over.
Ruan Tianling held her tight, whispering comforting words, "Don't be afraid, it's all right now."
"Is Yan Yue dead?" Jian Yufei asked, looking up at him.