章 911: The 90s (21)

Han Ying uttered a low laugh. "You like her?"

Ye West Wind remained silent and stared at Han Ying closely, as if he was trying to scare Han Ying away.

But Han Ying only looked at the knife stained with his blood with an odd expression. "But she doesn't seem to like you."

"So what!"

The boy's thick figure became tall at this moment.

Ye West Wind trembled and felt he was losing too much blood.

A warm hand rested on his shoulder and a clear voice rang in his ear. "Stand behind me, don't stand in the way."

"Xixi…" Ye West Wind watched Ming Shu walk past him and stand in front of him.

Han Ying looked at her with interest.

Ming Shu took out her gun and shot at his leg.

Quick, precise, and ferocious.

Without any hesitation or pause.

The pain was delayed and after several seconds, Han Ying fell down in a rush.

Han Ying covered his leg and stared at the girl in front of him in disbelief.