บท 228: Chapter 228: It Really Is Him_1

"Swoosh!"

Mo Han flicked his wrist, and a streak of white light suddenly appeared.

It was so fast that Nie Jiu didn't even see what it was.

All he could vaguely feel was a gust of wind passing by, carrying a chill like the cold breeze of a winter night.

Suddenly, he felt a cold stream on his neck, and subconsciously touched it only to realize in horror that it was blood.

"Pfft..."

In an instant, fresh red blood spurted out from Nie Jiu's neck like a fountain.

Nie Jiu tried to cover his throat with his hands, but the wound on his neck grew larger, and his consciousness became increasingly blurry.

Until the very end, Nie Jiu could only see Mo Han's blurred face before collapsing into an endless abyss...

Having dealt with Nie Jiu, Mo Han hurried back to the Sofitel Hotel.

Liao Shishi was very capable; she not only took Luo Ning and Mo Xiaochen to the hotel's safest bomb shelter but also summoned the hotel's private doctor Nuo De'er to treat Luo Ning's gunshot wound.