My Scheming Little Devil

"Yuanyuan." Ye Lu turned back anxiously and saw the child had already sensitively dashed over, grabbed her hand, and ran backward before quickly ducking behind a large white column.

Then, he surprisingly threw a black object straight at Third Young Master Jun.

It was a gun.

Ye Lu was stunned, her eyes wide open; Yuanyuan, this kid, actually carried a gun with him.

"Thanks!" Third Young Master Jun smirked proudly, caught the gun mid-air, and rolled behind a tree.

Click—the sound of a safety catch, he didn’t waste words, his dark, mysterious eyes now bloodthirsty and sharp. He scanned the garden surroundings, intensely focused, nerves taut, keenly aware of the slight movement of the wind in the air.

Then, he raised the gun, and from behind the tree, bang bang bang, a series of bullets fired, the fierce bullets tearing through the sky, breaking the air with a terrifying accuracy.

With the might of the grim reaper, bringing a dense shadow of death over them.

The lead assassins, not ordinary men either, all endured rigorous training, whether in sharpness or alertness, and naturally, their shooting skills were extraordinary.

But Third Young Master Jun was ten times sharper, more alert, and a better shot than they were. With such overwhelming power, several who had gotten relatively close were hit, the bullets puncturing flesh with a thud, they groaned in pain but stifled their screams, exhibiting formidable endurance.

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes were dark and heavy as storm clouds, cold and icy, his heart filled with gravity and urgency—it seemed these men were indeed of an extraordinary caliber, professional-grade assassins.

If he were alone, he wouldn’t fear these men, but Ye Lu and the two children were with him.

What made it more complicated, he had no idea how many mercenaries there were.

His bloodthirsty eyes briefly flickered with resolute determination, and he made a surprisingly audacious decision.

Enemies surrounded them from the outside, and their situation was dire, like turtles trapped in a jar, moreover, not knowing their number and position was extremely disadvantageous for them.

Thus, he planned to break out, to get a clear understanding of the enemy’s numbers and strength from the outside, and then adapt accordingly.

After firing several shots, Third Young Master Jun rushed to where Ling Kong and Yiyi were hiding, lowered his voice, urgent yet authoritative, "Do you have any guns?"

Ling Kong glanced at him, and nodded firmly.

"Daddy, your shoulder is bleeding." Leaning against Ling Kong, the unexpectedly well-behaved little girl whispered in alarm, her small face panicked, looking at him with worry.

"Shh..." Third Young Master Jun held a finger to his lips, his eyes softening slightly, "Don’t tell Mommy."

Then, he turned to Ling Kong.

"Alright, Feiyu and the others should hear the noise and come out soon. We can’t keep getting hit and remain passive. I plan to charge outside and scout the enemy situation. Ling Kong, you cover me as I go out."

Ling Kong’s eyes shook, his brows tight, "It’s very dangerous. Once you go out, no one can cover for you."

Not knowing the enemy’s situation and rushing out could mean facing a large group outside, putting Third Young Master Jun directly at risk.

"Someone has to go out, if we don’t understand their situation, being surrounded will only make it harder to break out. I’ll go first, and when you all make a move later, you’ll have my support!" he had survived countless perilous gunfights, what did he have to fear?

Third Young Master Jun’s gaze was cold and icy.