Chapter 885
An Ruo Lying in a Pool of Blood
An Ruo wasn’t afraid; she looked at him calmly, then raised her hand to grip the gun’s barrel, aiming it at her heart.
“Before you kill them, kill me first.” If she died, she wouldn’t have to watch the ones she loved be killed by him.
In the darkness, the man’s eyes burst forth with a bloodthirsty gleam, “You think I don’t dare?”
“What wouldn’t you dare? Is there anything in this world you’re afraid to do? Do you know my biggest regret is meeting you? I thought you were a good person, but I was blind and couldn’t see your cruelty. My life was fine before; it was you who disrupted everything. Now, you want to kill my child and my husband. I wish you would go to hell right now. Xingtian, your blood is cold; you are an executioner. If you love killing, then go ahead and kill!”
Suddenly, An Ruo pressed the trigger; her eyes widened with a flash of determination.
Xingtian’s heart skipped a beat; he almost immediately tried to free her hand, but her movement was faster. In just an instant, the gunshot sounded, and the cold bullet fiercely pierced through An Ruo’s body.
“An Ruo!” A heartbreaking cry echoed across the sky, as if tearing the silent night apart.
Woken by the gunshot, Tang Yuchen’s eyes were red with fury; he swiftly grabbed the gun from Xingtian’s hand and fired at his heart.
Xingtian turned his body a second too late; the bullet didn’t hit his heart but struck his shoulder instead.
Countless footsteps rushed towards them; he took one last look at An Ruo lying on the bed, unsure if she was dead or alive, dodged Tang Yuchen’s frantically fired bullets, and quickly jumped out the window.
Gunshots were echoing everywhere outside; his men and their men had already engaged in battle.
The door was forcefully kicked open, and An Ji was the first to rush in.
With the lights on, under the dazzling white light, he saw Tang Yuchen tightly holding An Ruo, who lay in a pool of blood.
An Ji felt his legs go weak, all his strength drained. He opened his mouth, eyes wide open, and suddenly knelt to the ground.
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In early summer, the campus was filled with vibrant life.
The bell signaling the end of class rang, and the boy sitting in the last row quickly packed his backpack and left directly through the back door. All the other students stood politely to say goodbye to the teacher, except for him, who ignored everything and continued to leave right after class as usual.
At merely eight years old, he had a gaze more mature and wise than his peers and a tall body. He was the prodigy of J City Primary School, the boy most indifferent to rules, yet the quietest.
On the path towards the school gate, all the students were secretly observing him.
Little girls would blush shyly upon seeing him, while boys felt an inexplicable pressure when they saw him.
Despite his age only being eight, he gave off an impression of an eighteen-year-old adult.
Not only did the elementary school kids fear him, even the teachers felt pressured when they saw him.
“Excuse me, are you Tang Xiao from fourth grade, class one?” A brave little girl approached him, asking sweetly.
Tang Xiao from fourth grade, class one—who didn’t know him? He started first grade at five, took a year off at six, entered second grade at seven, and went straight to fourth grade at eight.
It’s heard that he doesn’t plan to attend fifth grade, and next time he’ll directly attend sixth grade. There’s even a rumor that he doesn’t want to finish sixth grade, intending to leap straight to junior high.
But the school’s teachers said he was too young, forcing him to graduate from sixth grade, so he had no choice but to opt for attending sixth grade.