"What an opportunity!"
At this moment, those Southern Yue men finally realized what was happening. They no longer cared about their leader's death and, clutching their weapons, surged forward, ready to capture Han Yu alive.
Han Yu was shot in the lower abdomen, and bright red blood instantly stained the entire deck.
Clutching his abdomen and enduring the pain, he fought with several Southern Yue men, but in the end, someone pressed something against his head.
"Try moving again, I dare you! I'll blow your damn head off!"
Han Yu didn't dare to move. With his left hand covering his abdomen and his right hand raised high, he stared fiercely at them and said in a deep voice, "Who the hell are you? Why are you trying to assassinate me?"
"Cut the crap!"