It was the first time Xu Su realized that a person's burst of strength could truly reach astonishing levels. The moment Zhou Mochen raised his gun, she, who had been weak-kneed and on the verge of collapse, still lunged toward Xi Zirong out of pure reflex.
At such a close range, the bullet's impact was immense. Strangely, Xu Su didn't feel any pain. Her jaw trembled uncontrollably as she crawled on all fours toward Xi Zirong. This time, no one stopped her.
Zhou Mochen stood frozen in place. He stared at the bloodstain on Xu Su's back, his face gradually losing all its feigned composure. He didn't even notice when the gun slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
"No… no…" As if finally realizing what had happened, Zhou Mochen staggered toward Xu Su. His voice trembled uncontrollably as he frantically pulled her into a tight embrace. "Someone… someone! The hospital! I'm taking you to the hospital now. I won't let anything happen to you."
