Lin Chuan let out a cold laugh, holding Su Qingxue as he darted through the gunfire like a phantom and kicked the catering cart hard.
The cart slammed the assassin against the wall like a cannonball. A burst of blood bloomed on the wall, and the assassin died instantly.
The sound of gunshots made Su Qingxue's eardrums ache. She stared blankly at the corpse in front of her, finding it hard to believe that they were still sending assassins after them even now.
Chapter 107