Ye Qianmo looked at Manuel, turned sideways and pulled Xia Youxin to his side, and said in a deep voice: "It's a pity that I don't have the habit of giving away my own things."

A warm kiss forcefully covered Xia Youxin's lips amidst the hail of bullets. Xia Youxin's eyes suddenly widened.

Manuel raised his eyebrows and waved his hand to the side, and two groups of people quickly ran up the stairs: "I'll count to one, two, three, and you run downstairs. Just hide and don't come out, Ahern will come find you." Ye.

Qian Mo leaned next to Xia Youxin's ear and whispered.

Just as Xia Youxin was about to retort, Ye Qianmo put his arm around Xia Youxin's waist and dodged the tall Italian man holding a knife. He swung his strong arm at the man, knocking the 1.9-meter man back.

People kept pouring in. Ye Qianmo grabbed Xia Youxin with one hand and nimbly walked among the crowd with his feet. He picked up the pistol hidden in the crowd and loaded it neatly to kill the person who tried to attack Xia Youxin from behind.

No matter how powerful Ye Qianmo was, he still had a bright face when facing the crowd's attack. Manuel watched with interest. Ye Qianmo held a pistol and stunned the people surrounding Xia Youxin, shouting: "

one!"

Xia Youxin grabbed Ye Qianmo's hand and shouted in embarrassment: "No, you can't do it alone!"

"two!"

"ye Qianmo!"

go.

Xia Youxin's eyes suddenly widened and she saw the man's familiar embrace and the weight that was weighing heavily on her due to the momentum.

"Xia Youxin! Three!"

Ye Qianmo pushed Xia Youxin hard to the empty stairs. Manuel frowned and walked towards Xia Youxin. There was a sudden sound of palm wind in his ears. Ye Qianmo moved his joints coldly: "Your opponent is me.

.”

Manuel looked at Ye Qianmo's blood stained red from his waist and abdomen, and took a challenge pose: "Okay, I admire you very much, now let me show you what it means to be strong."

Xia Youxin looked at Ye Qianmo's eyes towards her, and every look gave her hope. Holding the stairs tremblingly, Xia Youxin quickly ran downstairs.

Her rationality told her that if she went to Ahern now, she might be able to save Ye Qianmo, but she was extremely panicked in her heart.

"Did your woman leave you and run away? But to be honest, she is the most beautiful oriental woman I have ever seen." Manuel said easily, wiping away the corners of his lips that were split by Ye Qianmo.

Ye Qianmo held on to the chair behind him precariously and smiled proudly: "Yes, it's a pity that I can't see how you died in my hands. I will pass on your praise on my behalf."

Manuel frowned, took out a delicate pistol from his trouser leg, took out a delicate handkerchief from the collar and wiped the pistol, and casually walked to Ye Qianmo. His tone was no longer as cheerful as before:

"A person who talks harshly has no benefit except for some verbal benefits. Ask, is that woman sent by the Darling organization?"

Ye Qianmo frowned, and at the same time he figured out that he and Xia Youxin might have accidentally fallen into the dispute between the two forces. The pain in his lower abdomen gradually drained his thoughts. He touched the blood on his lips and Ye Qianmo smiled.

Said: "She is just my woman!"

"Looking for death! I hate people disobeying me." Manuel raised his pistol and heavy footsteps came rushing towards him behind him. Manuel curled his lips and turned sideways to avoid it.
Chapter completed!