He hadn't been home for several days, so Yang Zimei was planning to go home and see his family.
She originally didn't want to take Xue Hu with her, but he refused, and shamelessly said that if Xiao Qiandu went, he would have to go too.
Yang Zimei was helpless and had no choice but to hold it and go out together.
The buses in City A are often very crowded, especially at this time in the evening. It only takes twenty minutes to walk anyway, so she chose to walk.
As I was walking, I suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at me behind me, seemingly with murderous intent.
Narrowing his pupils slightly, he lowered his head and stroked Xue Hu's smooth fur, "Xue Hu, do you know someone is following us?"
"Well, about twenty meters behind you, that's the man in black." Xue Hu squinted his eyes lazily and said, "A guy like that wants to assassinate you. He's really overestimating his capabilities."
"Does he have a gun on him?" Yang Zimei asked.
"I don't know what a gun is."
"You're so stupid, you don't even know how to use a gun." Xiao Qian couldn't help but sneered, "That man did have a pistol and a sharp knife hidden on his body."
Yang Zimei quickly looked back——
The man caught her gaze, but did not flinch away. He just lowered his head slightly to avoid her gaze, pretending that he was just an ordinary person walking around.
Yang Zimei narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him, only to see that he had the sinister aura that was responsible for several lives. He had refined muscles, his walking steps were steady and heavy, and his strides were precise and even, with deviations of less than an inch.
This person should be a mercenary!
Who wants to hire someone to assassinate him?
She is a fortune teller, and although she can predict other people's fortunes and misfortunes, she cannot calculate when it comes to her own.
This is what the so-called fortune teller thinks of others but not himself.
The man put one hand into his trouser pocket, and it was obvious that he was holding a tiny pistol inside.
A modern hot weapon like a gun will be very powerless in front of it, no matter how advanced your martial arts skills are.
Yang Zimei really didn't want to have such a person following behind him.
She looked around, then flashed like a phantom into a small alley nearby.
When the killer saw her suddenly flashing into the alley, his brows jumped. His professional sensitivity made him understand that the other party had discovered him.
She was just a weak girl, and he didn't take her seriously, he just wanted to find the right time to kill her.
He chased into the alley and was looking for her everywhere when he heard her voice faintly ringing from behind: "Looking for me?"
He was startled, turned around, and held the gun in his hand tighter, ready to pull it out at any time.
She didn't know what was going on, but she was standing four meters behind him, with a delicate, slender, white hand caressing the fur of the fox-like puppy in her arms, smiling.
She was pale, with drooped eyelids, and pupils as dark as stars in the sky, looking at him lightly, as if looking at an acquaintance.
Such a girl shouldn't be afraid in the first place, but for some reason, a sense of crisis that he had never felt before since his debut came to his heart, making him tense up in vain, and all the muscles in his body tightened.
The hand holding the gun in his trouser pocket actually trembled slightly, sweat dripping from his palms...