The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities -
Chapter 171: Duan Zhu Seriously Injured
Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Duan Zhu Seriously Injured
"Roar!"
Wu Jiu leaped into the air, firmly shielding Nan Yu and Duan Zhu beneath him, taking the bullet with his body.
Nan Qingqing’s eyes were bloodshot as she aimed at the lion and fired wildly.
"Die, beast, get out of my way!"
Bang!
Bang bang!
Gunshots erupted one after another.
Being at such close range, each bullet hit the lion’s body and pierced right through it.
Countless amounts of blood flowed from its body.
"Roar..."
The roar grew weaker and soon, it couldn’t make a sound anymore.
Nan Yu, holding the bleeding Duan Zhu and under the lion that was barely breathing, suddenly felt her eyes well up with tears.
She grabbed the shotgun in her hands and, gritting her teeth, crawled out from under the lion.
Taking advantage of the moment when Nan Qingqing’s shotgun was out of bullets, she dashed in front of Nan Qingqing, pressing the barrel against her head.
"Nan Qingqing, I’m going to kill you!"
Nan Yu pulled the trigger, just as she was about to fire.
A warning voice from Sheng Ruomei came from behind.
"Nan Yu, if you dare to hurt Qingqing, I’ll stab Duan Zhu to death!"
Nan Yu turned back to see Sheng Ruomei dragging Duan Zhu out, holding a sharp military knife against her neck.
Seeing this, Nan Qingqing smiled brilliantly, "Sister, are you going to kill your own mother?"
Nan Yu clenched the gun in her hand, her lips pressed tightly together, a look of conflict flashing in her eyes.
Sheng Ruomei pressed the military knife closer to Duan Zhu’s slender neck, the sharp edge breaking the fragile skin and beads of blood began to emerge.
"Nan Yu, let go of Qingqing right now, or I’ll take her life this instant."
Duan Zhu weakly looked at Nan Yu, "Nan Yu, they don’t dare to kill me, don’t worry about me..."
Upon hearing this, Sheng Ruomei immediately withdrew the knife and plunged it into her abdomen, then pulled it out and held it against her neck.
With a ruthlessly cheerful voice, she said, "Do you think I wouldn’t dare?"
Duan Zhu glanced at Sheng Ruomei, then at Nan Qingqing, her mind conjuring only two words—
Crazy.
She immediately looked up at Nan Yu and with all her strength said, "Nan Yu, they’re all crazy, stop worrying about mother and run!"
As Nan Yu saw Sheng Ruomei about to use the knife again, her eyes darkened, "Fine, I agree, I’ll let go of Nan Qingqing, you let her go."
After speaking, she threw the shotgun on the ground.
Nan Qingqing’s face revealed a triumphant smile as she picked up the shotgun, promptly giving Sheng Ruomei a significant look.
Understanding, Sheng Ruomei raised the knife in her hand, aiming for Duan Zhu’s heart, ready to plunge it.
Nan Yu’s pupils contracted, she quickly drew the gun hidden at her waist, shooting Sheng Ruomei in the arm.
Bang!
Sheng Ruomei’s arm was shot at that moment, the knife barely missing Duan Zhu by three centimeters and instantly falling onto her.
The gunshot wound made her cry out in pain.
"Ahhh—"
Nan Qingqing hadn’t expected Nan Yu to have another gun, enraged, she immediately shot at Nan Yu.
But to her surprise, there wasn’t a single bullet in that shotgun!
Nan Yu magically pulled out the bullets she had removed from her pocket, "Looking for these?"
Fear appeared in Nan Qingqing’s eyes.
"When did you..."
Nan Yu loaded the gun, her face cold as she raised it.
"Nan Qingqing, you deserve to die."
Afraid something might happen to Nan Qingqing, Sheng Ruomei, using her other hand, picked up the knife to threaten Nan Yu with Duan Zhu again.
Noticing this from the corner of her eye, Nan Yu, without a second thought, fired another shot, hitting Sheng Ruomei’s other hand.
"Ah!"
Sheng Ruomei screamed like a slaughtered pig, then fainted, unconscious.
Meanwhile, Nan Qingqing took the opportunity to run out in a panic, stumbling as she went.
Fearing that Nan Yu would take her life with a single shot!
Nan Yu thought about chasing her but then saw the blood on Duan Zhu’s abdomen and back growing more and more, her gaze beginning to glaze over, a sign of imminent death.
Realizing the severity of the situation, she hurried over and carefully laid her flat on the ground.
"Hang on, I won’t let you die!"
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