Qian Yu furrowed his brows and after glancing around, suddenly commanded, "Move to the ten o'clock position."
Jiang Ruan had quick reflexes and, in the instant his words fell, she rapidly darted away, the two coordinating like well-oiled gears.
And at the instant she dashed away,
Qian Yu pulled out a gun directly from his pocket, firing in the direction he was facing.
Though the gun was silenced and made very little noise, the bullet was dangerously powerful. It cut across the air, embedding into a hidden machine amidst the trees.
Sparks flew from the device.
A red light burst forth.
Indicating a high-intensity infrared beam.
Jiang Ruan couldn't help clapping her hands, whistling towards Qian Yu and smilingly said, "Wow. Cool."
No wonder Fu Chi arranged for Qian Yu to be by her side.
He was a true treasure.
His professional skills were incredible.
But just as she was speaking,
Jiang Ruan squinted, abruptly commanding, "Three o'clock from behind."
