He placed Lucy from his embrace onto a chair, swiftly taking off his bulletproof vest to drape over her. Then he handed her a handgun with reloaded bullets, crouching down.
"Hold tight to me, we're getting ready to go downstairs."
"You...."
Initially, she thought she could get him to plead for help, but in the end, it was she who was slowing things down.
It was then that Lucy noticed that his bulletproof vest had only a few white spots without any damage to the suit, though his face was smeared with blood, unsure if it was his or someone else's.
But now wasn't the time for small inquiries; she wrapped her arms around Lin Miao's neck, her long legs clinging to his waist, the heavy suit draped over her giving her a strange sense of safety from the residual warmth.
Lin Miao didn't need a handgun anymore, directly grabbing the shotgun in his hand, tossing the reloaded handgun to Lucy on his back, and the two started heading downstairs.
Bam!
