Chapter 325 - 325 324 The Final Battle of Werewolf Kill

Chapter 325: Chapter 324: The Final Battle of Werewolf Kill (Part 2) Chapter 325: Chapter 324: The Final Battle of Werewolf Kill (Part 2) Shen Han lifted his gaze and looked at her, saying nothing, merely easing the force of his bandaging, his voice still ice-cold, “No time to remove the bullet. After we shake them off, I’ll get it out for you.”

Bai Qinghuan nodded, “I can endure it.”

“Good.”

Donning his coat, Shen Han this time slid his arms under Bai Qinghuan and lifted her against his chest, using his own back to shield her from the dangers behind them.

The howling behind them grew closer and closer, and he knew that if they delayed any further, both of them would either die under gunfire or from wild and savage slashing—neither of which were death scenarios he, Shen Han, was fond of.

So, he wouldn’t give them the chance.

Cradling a girl and sprinting with all his might, such a scene seemed all too familiar, bringing him an unexplainable sense of déjà vu and an unavoidable pang of pain.

Why leave the comfort of Capital City, why forsake the role of the esteemed young master of the Shen Family, and risk life and limb to come here? For what purpose?

Bai Qinghuan kept a vigilant eye on Shen Han’s back, her heart pounding fiercely up and down in tandem with the man’s running, persisting through the overwhelming dizziness by clenching her teeth.

However, carrying the weight of two was never an easy feat, and Shen Han’s method of holding her only impeded their speed more, the gap between them and their pursuers narrowing ever closer, ever closer.

Bai Qinghuan witnessed a man stop mid-run, setting up a sniper rifle, aiming straight for Shen Han’s retreating figure.

“Be careful!”

She yelled abruptly, biting down on Shen Han’s right arm, causing him to stagger sideways unexpectedly. A bullet instantly pierced through Shen Han’s left arm.

Bai Qinghuan was thrown to the ground with great force, and Shen Han also tumbled down violently.

“Hit him! Chase!” An excited screech came from behind.

In a surge of panic, Bai Qinghuan pushed Shen Han away with all her strength, while she herself was struck by a bullet that went clean through her left shoulder.

People kept pouring in, cheering and screaming incessantly, as if torturing someone provided an endless thrill far surpassing the act of ending a life.

Shen Han reached out to pull Bai Qinghuan in front of him, but she lay on the ground, too weak to move and shook her head, “Brother Shen Han, I can’t make it. You go on without me, please.”

Shen Han’s face turned a shade of iron, “Give me your hand!”

“Please!”

“I’m telling you to give me your hand!” Shen Han said, growing angry.

Bai Qinghuan looked at Shen Han with all the sincerity she had left, knowing she wouldn’t make it this time; this was truly the end! She had set ablaze those people’s warehouse, they would never let her off; Shen Han was innocent, he needed to escape, to live—he shouldn’t die at the hands of such people.

“Brother Shen Han, if there really is another life after this one, I’ll come back and find you, to serve and repay you. Please, don’t save me, just go,” she implored.

Shen Han, ignited by an unknown rage, suddenly rushed over, hoisting the limp Bai Qinghuan onto his right shoulder and ran, supporting her with his uninjured arm.

Engulfed in fury, a man likely ceases to care about anything else.

Shoot, damn it, if you dare—Shen Han would never concede to those he held in contempt, even if he had to die under gunfire!

A bullet silently entered the chamber.

In the sniper scope, the target stumbled in their escape; the assassin’s eyes were red, heart was black, hand was ruthless.

Gently pulling the trigger, a lethal bullet flew out at high velocity, aimed directly at the target.

Just as the Grim Reaper was about to sing the dirge of the dead, at the last possible moment, a dazzling white blaze suddenly appeared before them, obscuring the target’s figure, rushing headlong towards them.

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