The smell of gunpowder still hung thick in the air. Zhou Mingzhu saw Gu Yanru lunging toward her like an arrow released from a bow.
His eyes burned with grim determination. Even as his wounds seeped fresh blood, his obsession with ensuring her escape never wavered. Three enemy soldiers brandishing guns flanked them in a fan formation, their hollow muzzles pointed directly at her forehead.
At the most critical moment, Gu Yanru shoved her hard with his left hand, knocking her into the shadows at the mouth of the alley. Simultaneously, his right hand clamped down on the wrist of the soldier holding the gun like a steel vise.
Chapter 74