When the roar of the motorcycle came, Ye Cheng noticed that another person was coming. Both of them were wearing helmet, but their postures also showed that they were two women. Just looking at it, he recognized Meizi driving and Bailu sitting behind him.

When Bailu pulled out his gun, Ye Cheng's pupils shrank and fell to the ground like lightning, holding up a flying party to block him.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!" The weak sound of bullets from the silent pistol rubbing against the air floated out. Several bullets instantaneously shot out the flying party and made a meat shield for Yecheng.

There were a few more shots, Ye Cheng...