Chapter 1956: Chapter 1892: Who Are You
With his skill, he shouldn’t have gotten hit by that bullet, nor would he have been.
Yet, he was hit.
The bullet was originally aimed at his heart, but the peace charm hanging around his neck suddenly acted like an invisible bulletproof glass. The bullet struck that invisible glass and lost all its momentum, dropping weakly to the ground at his chest.
Because it was a snowy night, no one saw that scene clearly.
In fact, even if they had seen it, they wouldn’t have seen the invisible bulletproof glass-like energy barrier deflected by the peace charm.
Anyway, in the end, the bullet fell to the ground, but Meng Xinian, always cautious, quickly picked up the fallen bullet and made his escape.
Amazingly, at least fifteen people were in pursuit.
This greatly shocked Meng Xinian.
Has their influence in this area become that extensive?
He came here without a gun and all alone. If not for the sharpshooter beyond his understanding, he felt he could manage and take them on. But the sharpshooter was hidden in the dark, which made him wary.
Until he could determine that person’s position, he couldn’t act rashly.
Meng Xinian hid between the planks. On the rainy winter night, sweat continued to break out.
By the time he realized something was wrong, his vision was already gradually blurring, and everything seemed to sway before his eyes.
Something’s off…
Meng Xinian’s mind jolted, and he suddenly recalled when he entered the tavern and followed a man in; as they passed a seat, several people there were smoking. One of them, either intentionally or unintentionally, blew a puff of smoke in his direction.
At that moment, he was already wary and held his breath for a while, but he hadn’t expected to still fall for it.
He exhaled, shook his head vigorously, and felt his head was heavy.
Just then, footsteps approached, and someone shouted loudly, “Over here! Search carefully; don’t let the boy escape!”
Hearing how close the voice was, Meng Xinian knew he couldn’t stay in this place for long, so he thought of emerging from between the planks.
But his vision grew blurrier, and his head felt heavier.
Just as he stepped out, with his head hanging down, a pair of feet came into his view.
A pair of black, heavy leather boots.
Stepping on the already somewhat thick snow, their stark contrast against the white snow highlighted their cold ruthlessness.
Meng Xinian slowly lifted his head. He saw long legs in work pants, a thin waist with a tiger-head belt, an unbuttoned cotton coat revealing a black sweater, and above that, a dark gun barrel.
Then, the scene flickered and blurred like a jammed video.
Meng Xinian pressed a hand to his temple and couldn’t see clearly anymore.
But suddenly, another image floated in his mind.
It was also a cold night. There were lights in the distance, darkness nearby. He lay injured by a wall, and someone approached him step by step. It was also a pair of such black boots, the same tall and thin figure, the same black sweater, and a black gun barrel.
The gun barrel slowly aimed at him, just like now.
He distinctly felt a sense of impending death.
Meng Xinian shook his head again.
He was getting dizzier.
“Who are you?”
In his dizzy, hazy state, he still felt that this man played a significant role for him.