Under the brim of his hat, the young man's eyes were beautiful yet cold. He brought the pistol even closer, and the icy barrel made Zhou Ling gasp in fear.
"Everyone stop, or I'll blow her head off." The young man's voice was chillingly cold, exuding an aura of ruthlessness that made people shudder subconsciously.
The two thugs exchanged glances, looking at Zhou Ling.
Zhou Ling gritted her teeth and said, "Listen to him."
The young man gestured to Ming Jing with his chin, "You, come here, behind me."
The young man's eyes were fixed on her, filled with unquestionable determination and dominance.
Ming Jing pursed her lips, slowly walking towards him. Even in this dangerous situation, she didn't seem to show any signs of panic or fear, strolling as if she was in a garden.
As Ming Jing approached, the young man reached out and pulled her behind him. "Hide."
Ming Jing looked up at the tall figure blocking all light and shadows, like a mountain.