In such a grand standoff, even the naïve Ye Ranran knew it would be almost impossible to escape.
"Are you sure of this?" Ye Ranran silently asked One.
She felt incredibly lucky to be so close to him.
Too close it was almost inappropriate, but since their lives were hanging by a thread, what was there to fuss about anymore?
One's arm tightened. "Yes, Madame. No need to worry. I will get you out, no matter what," he replied.
"Big talk. I'm interested to see how you're planning to get out!" An imposing man clad in black emerged from the crowd.
Without uttering a word, One fired a shot straight at him, demonstrating through action how they intended to escape.
The bullet had gone right through the man's heart, dropping him to his knees the very second his voice died away.
The man, disbelief written all over his face, fell to the ground with an expression of grudging acceptance.
"Idiot," cursed Ye Ranran, ducking under a chair in the next second.