Nan Gong Yehen handed her the reins, and she spurred the horse into a wild gallop. He drew a pistol with both hands and fired at the assassins— His gun wasn't silenced, and the shots rang out by her ears, making Chu Lingzhi's eardrums ache. Nan Gong Yehen exuded a murderous aura, each bullet claiming a life. At that moment, he seemed like a demon emerging from hell to reap souls. His marksmanship was precise, swift, and ruthless… The first wave of assassins was quickly wiped out. The horse swept past their corpses like the wind. Bang! Bang— Another group burst out from the dense forest. Bullets rained down toward Nan Gong Yehen. Luckily, the horse was fast, and he dodged the fatal shots. Suddenly, the horse reared, letting out a pitiful, piercing neigh. Its hind leg was hit, and it collapsed to the ground. Due to inertia, Chu Lingzhi's body lurched forward, tumbling heavily and landing on the ground. Nan Gong Yehen reacted swiftly. As the horse cried out, he leaped into the air. He kicked off the horse's back, using the momentum to fly forward, landing gracefully beside Chu Lingzhi. He grabbed her and ran ahead. No more assassins appeared in front, but those behind were closing in. Dragging her along, he ran wildly while firing backward. If it were just a few assassins, he wouldn't need to flee. But there were too many, all professional killers. It seemed someone was determined to see him dead. Chu Lingzhi couldn't keep up with his pace and suddenly tripped. Nan Gong Yehen didn't let her stop, pulling her along as he ran. "Nan Gong Yehen, give me the gun." She snatched his other pistol. He was firing with one hand and dragging her with the other, slowing them down and reducing his kill count. Before he could react, she had already taken the gun. Bang, bang, bang! She turned and fired three shots behind them. Three bullets flew, and three black-clad figures fell. Her marksmanship surprised even herself. Nan Gong Yehen was also stunned by her accuracy. Damn, that was too precise! Ahead, a black sedan sped toward them. Nan Gong Yehen pulled her into a fast run. The enemies behind gave chase. Bullets whizzed past, pinging against the car's body. The car stopped in front of them. Nan Gong Yehen sprinted up and yanked open the door. Though he could have gotten in first, he let Chu Lingzhi go ahead. "Damn it!" As Chu Lingzhi climbed into the car, she heard Nan Gong Yehen curse from above. He'd been shot in the arm! The enemies were almost upon them as Nan Gong Yehen dove in, and the car screeched into a sharp turn. "Master, you're injured." Huo Luan, sharp-eyed, quickly spotted the gunshot wound on Nan Gong Yehen's arm. His white shirt was stained red with blood, impossible to miss. Chu Lingzhi's heart tightened. Without a word, she pressed her hands firmly over the wound. The pressure was strong, making Nan Gong Yehen wince. "Woman, are you trying to kill me?" "Only this can slow the bleeding," she said worriedly. She glanced nervously outside. The assassins were still chasing and firing at them. But inside the car, they were safe. This vehicle was modified by Nan Gong Yehen, fully bulletproof. And Huo Luan drove at top speed, soon breaking through the danger and leaving the racetrack behind. The car raced down the highway at maximum velocity. The cabin reeked of blood. Nan Gong Yehen's face was dark and grim, his gaze icy cold.