Batulu's face was ashen, remembering his brush with death before, he suddenly roared angrily.

Ling Yun frowned tightly and felt a chill in his heart. This Ax Gang was too vicious.

"Master Yun, let's be careful. We don't know how many snipers they have ambushed."

Feng Jun warned in a low voice, but secretly sighed in his heart.

"Everyone, please be careful and don't sit in a conspicuous position and become a target for gunmen."

Ling Yun nodded and reminded kindly.

"Thank you, Mr. Yun!"

Tang Chengdong and others thanked him gratefully and moved their seats to avoid becoming the gunman's target.

"Hey, I wonder how Brother Lu is doing?"

Ling Yun muttered thoughtfully.

"Don't worry, Master Yun. Brother Lu will be fine. This injury is nothing to him."

Feng Jun comforted him repeatedly.

Batulu's face was full of guilt: "It's all my fault. I mistakenly thought that brother wanted to kill me and actually hurt my savior. I really deserve to die."

"Forget it, it's not your fault. Your reaction was instinctive. Brother Lu will understand."

Feng Jun was not good at words and said in a stiff tone, which made Batulu blame himself even more.

Fat Buddha's eyes flickered, looking thoughtful. He didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Jun glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, with an imperceptible murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

Not long after, Lu Zhan came back with the help of Mavericks and Peng Haitao with an ugly expression on his face.

The gunman was extremely cunning and could escape thousands of miles away without missing a single shot. By the time they arrived, he was already gone.

Everyone yelled indignantly and hurriedly bandaged Lu Zhan's wound. Fortunately, although the wound was deep, no bones were hurt.

Batulu expressed his apology again, and Lu Zhan graciously forgave him, before he said goodbye with gratitude and left.
Chapter completed!