The gold rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose covered Charles's sharpness. Rumor had it that he was the devil of the Gu clan who killed people without blinking his eyes, but at this time he was more like a gentle and kind man. Especially his face full of abstinent atmosphere, which was even more distracting.
He and Albert were both proud and noble, but one was mature and introverted, and the other was sharp and extroverted.
Albert quickly searched through her memory. She was sure that she had never seen him before, but why his eyes and brows were so familiar to her.
It was just a moment of distraction, a sharp sight suddenly aimed at her. Without thinking too much, Albert instinctively sensed the danger and dodged. There was a bullet hole in the place where she hid before.
The silenced gun in Charles's hand was still emitting a faint smoke, and when he saw Albert, a streak of surprise and sharp light quickly flashed across his face.
It was her!
Albert didn't expect that she would be found by Charles so soon. The man was more unfathomable than she thought, so she didn't dare to be careless and tried to take the opportunity to jump down from the window.
Although it was the third floor, as long as there was some support, it was not a problem for her to land safely.
Obviously, Charles had already noticed her intention. He loaded the gun quickly and shot at her again.
The bullet just passed by the corner of her clothes, and Albert was forced to dodge. She rolled twice on the ground and hid behind the cabinet.
Looking at the bullet holes on the corner of her clothes, Albert's face darkened.
Although her fighting skills were not invincible, there were very few people who could shoot her.
As the head of the Rong family, if she couldn't even protect herself, she would have died hundreds of times.
But today, Charles's inadvertent shot almost crossed through her belly.
It was a shame for Albert!
Just now, when she ran away, she hurt her shoulder again, and her whole arm was so painful that she couldn't use much strength. Albert held her breath and thought about how to escape from the hands of Charles.
Looking at the figure hiding behind the cabinet, it seemed that Charles had no intention to continue shooting, but he was still vigilant. The gun in his hand was still held tightly, not because he was afraid of death, but because he knew that this seemingly skinny teenager almost let him die in that alley last night.
"Will you come out by yourself, or should I shoot you to death and drag your body out?"
The bloody words, spoke from his mouth, brought a strange tenderness.
Charles waited quietly, but the teenager seemed to have no plans to show up.
There was a cruel smile in the corner of his mouth, and his hand was slowly resting on the silenced gun. With a click, the bullet was loaded again.
Just as the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the place where Albert was hiding, a vase suddenly smashed towards Charles. His pupils shrank, seeming surprised, and his body dodged quickly. However, the gun in his hand fell to the ground because of the impact and spun on the smooth floor.
A figure quickly rushed over like a gust of wind and seized the gun by the way. When Charles turned around, the gun was already against his chest.
The wind blew up Albert's black hair. Her delicate eyebrows and eyes contained a sharp cold light, and there was even a little desolation similar to that of Charles.
His life was in her hand, but Charles was not afraid or annoyed. Instead, he looked at the teenager in front of him with interest.
"What a coincidence! We meet again..."
She pursed her pale thin lips tightly. Even Albert herself didn't expect that she would meet that unlucky guy last night when she entered a room randomly.
"But you..." Charles lazily pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a hoarse voice, "you are really brave."
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