"Bang," a gunshot rang out, but the spray of blood did not come from Allen's body, but from Qin Yan's arm. The gun she had snatched from the housekeeper fell to the ground, and she clutched her right wrist, blood gushing from her arm like a fountain.
The turn of events came so suddenly that no one expected Fu Hengyi to have gotten so close to Qin Yan. The housekeeper looked at her, incredulous, "Madam, are you okay?"
Qin Yan's eyes were fixed on Allen, ignoring the housekeeper's words. Had her legs not been crippled, immobilizing her, she would have pounced on Allen and bitten him to death by now.
Peter was already standing in front of Allen, ready to take a bullet for him at any moment. Allen looked at the man in front of him closing his eyes, clearly frightened but not stepping back, and a strange feeling surged in his heart. He shoved Peter aside with disgust and said, "Scared of dying but still dare to stand in front, get out of the way."
