The embrace between the two of them lasted for a while.
Yin Qin looked left and right.
Wei Ziming stood nearby with a rather unpleasant expression on his face, turned to the side, not looking at the two people.
By then, Luo Xiaolang had already taken the initiative to stand by Wei Ziming’s side.
To Wei Ziming’s side were also two elite troops he had brought from Yanshang Country, and two elite troops were stationed by Ji Baijian’s side; at that mont, they all stood there incredibly silent.
Yin Qin took a deep breath.
It seed it could only be him to play the bad guy.
He cleared his throat and said, "Can we possibly find another place to cuddle?"
The two embracing seed to pause for a mont.
Then,
Ji Baijian released Song Zhizhi from his arms.
Song Zhizhi stepped out of his embrace.
Ji Baijian said, "Let’s leave this place first."
Yin Qin nodded, "Exactly, whispering sweet nothings and such should be behind closed doors..."
With a look from Ji Baijian,
Yin Qin shrugged as if he had said nothing.
Ji Baijian then took Song Zhizhi’s hand and led her forward while they walked ahead.
The others followed behind them.
Yin Qin felt a bit bored.
He glanced towards Luo Xiaolang, intending to start a conversation and to complain about how brutally he had been beaten by him.
As he was about to speak to Luo Xiaolang, Luo suddenly took the initiative to grab Wei Ziming’s arm and was chatting and laughing with him; no matter how one looked at it, it wasn’t like the usual Luo Xiaolang. At that mont, by Wei Ziming’s side, were his eyes playing tricks on him, or did Luo Xiaolang actually appear sowhat demure?
Damn.
Even Gao Dazhuang could turn into a loli?
Obviously, Luo Xiaolang wasn’t paying any attention to Yin Qin, chatting away with Wei Ziming with laughter in his eyes, making it so obvious.
Holy shit.
He had always thought Luo Xiaolang had a speech disorder.
Seeing how lively he was, it was he who must be blind.
He rarely bothered with others, so he just boredly followed the major group heading towards the shore.
There were two speedboats moored at the seaside; they had co in search of Song Zhizhi.
As everyone neared the speedboats,
suddenly,
the sound of a helicopter erged from above, getting closer and closer.
Everyone’s footsteps halted for a mont.
At the sa ti,
a gunshot rang out from above.
It seed like there were instantly several more speedboats on the sea’s surface, charging towards the small island from afar.
"Everyone, imdiately go back," Wei Ziming commanded loudly.
Ji Baijian had already grasped Song Zhizhi’s hand and was quickly heading into the jungle, shouting loudly at Yin Qin, "Run back."
Hearing the gunfire, Yin Qin was also terribly startled.
He hurriedly ran along with everyone else.
At this mont, gunshots constantly erupted above their heads.
Dense and nurous.
Danger had co again, and this ti the approach was different, conspicuously aggressive; the decision to kill her was set in stone.
Everyone made it back into the jungle.
Fortunately, no one was hurt.
Once inside the jungle, the cover of the trees stopped the bullets from coming from above, but the sound of the helicopter hovered continuously in the sky, seeking their location.
"Sobody has entered," Luo Xiaolang suddenly spoke up, adding, "It’s a large force, no less than 20 people."
And now they were only nine people. In Luo Xiaolang’s view, only six people had combat power, including her and Wei Ziming along with his subordinates.
Six against twenty, if they were ordinary people, it wouldn’t be a problem, but now it wasn’t certain what kind of people the opposition was. Very likely, they could all be mbers of the Underground Corpse Organization with off-the-charts combat power, who acted recklessly without regard for their lives.
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