Gu Qingxin, "..."
Just how unlucky could she be, even going to the toilet could result in someone holding a knife to her throat!
"Let's talk..."
At the end of her sentence, behind her a man suddenly fell onto the ground with a "thud", and the knife he was holding against her fell down.
Gu Qingxin, "..."
She quickly pulled up her pants and tried to run away, but the man aimed a big black gun at her.
"Help me up." The man's face was covered with a mask, so she couldn't quite see his features, but his eyes were extremely sharp.
His other hand was covering his stomach, and dark red blood was gushing from it non-stop.
"You're injured?" Gu Qingxin looked at him in surprise.
"Stop talking, just do as I say." The man's tone was filled with impatience.
Gu Qingxin had no choice but to help him up. But the man was injured and she was seriously ill, so not only did she not manage to help him up, but she was pulled down by him as well.