"Oh no! There's an assassin!"
Years of inability had trained Jiang Chuan's mind to immediately make the right judgment.
This was a sign of looming danger, an instinct honed in Jiang Chuan by countless trials of blood and fire!
Jiang Chuan instinctively shoved Ouyang Jie aside, and at the same time, pushed off the floor with his foot, his body shooting toward the corner like an arrow released from a bow.
Just then, a sharp crack came from the hospital room window.
Next, the glass shattered, and a bullet spun through, grazing the spot where Jiang Chuan had just been standing, striking straight into the hospital bed.
On the bed, Chen the Third was clutching his head, buried under the blanket.
The bullet hit the back of his head dead on. Blood spattered everywhere, and Chen the Third didn't so much as groan. He slumped over immediately, never moving again.
Jiang Chuan saw the whole thing clearly.
