My Beloved

Mo Yuan was forced to kneel before Han Luo and Gregory Frost. He raised his head and his heart shuddered in pain.

His heart was filled with worry Han Luo whose face was covered in bruises.

At the same time, he was aggrieved. His furious eyes glanced at Gregory Frost.

The girl he held dear to his heart and didn't let her suffer, how could a guy from nowhere harm her like that?

He wanted to fight back. He had to. Or else, she would suffer even more. He didn't want to imagine that scene.

Just then, he sensed something cold touching his forehead..

Even without looking, he could tell what came into contact with his skin.

It was Gregory Frost's muzzle. He pointed his gun at Mo Yuan.

He heard that cold-blooded guy saying, "This is the end."

Mo Yuan didn't want to give up but he knew in his heart, no matter what he did, the next bullet would penetrate his forehead.

He could only dodge the bullet if he was a superman or a batman. Maybe Ironman's armor could save him.

However, he was none of them. Just like everyone else, he was a normal human.

His red eyes glanced at Han Luo. He could barely look at her because his eyes were hit by Gregory Frost's men.

He saw Han Luo's crying, anguished face. He felt deep sorrow in his heart.

He thought he could protect her. He thought his love and affection were enough to fill her world.

How wrong he was!

All he could give her was false hope. And that gave her nothing but pain.

He opened his quivering lips and apologized to her, "…Ah Luo… I'm sorry…"

Han Luo cried hard. She was this close to him and yet she couldn't do anything.

In the corner of her eyes, she saw Gregory Frost's index finger touching the trigger.

With horror in her voice, she shouted with everything she had, "No! Stop!"

Bang!

"Ahhh!"

Han Luo squeezed her eyes shut and howled.

She didn't want to see Mo Yuan dying in front of her. it was just too cruel.

She blamed herself. 'It's all my fault. If I didn't save that monster... if I was away from big brother Yuan… he would be alive now. Mom, I'm so sorry your son died because of me. I could do nothing.'

Her heart suddenly chilled.

'Wait… big brother Yuan isn't alive. So, what's the point of me being alive? I should rather die as well.'

Just as she thought that she gathered some strength and pulled away from Gregory Frost.

Her hair was pulled out from her scalp, but she didn't care.

For some reason, she didn't have to struggle much to get away from him.

She opened her eyes and hugged Mo Yuan's body before it could fall to the ground.

"Don't worry too much. I'll come with you soon. We will meet again soon," she affectionately and heartbrokenly whispered in his ear.

"Ah… Luo…"

Han Luo froze when she heard him talking. She knew when people were shot in the head, they were supposed to die instantly. Unless the bullet somehow dodged his vital point, he would be able to talk.

But Gregory Frost pointed the gun at Mo Yuan's forehead. It was impossible to dodge.

She shed tears and cleared her vision. After that, she carefully glanced at him.

Mo Yuan's eyes were half-open. He reached out and securely hugged her waist.

His forehead had bruises but no bullet hole.

"…Then… the gunshot…" Han Luo cautiously turned her head toward Gregory Frost.

Gregory Frost was still standing. However, he didn't have his revolver in his hand.

Rather, his hand was bleeding. Droplets of blood fell on his revolver that was on the ground.

Although he was in pain, he didn't show it. He just held his bleeding hand without losing his expression.

"Boss!" Robert Scott came back to his senses and shouted in concern.

He hurriedly stepped forward and covered his boss's wound with a clean handkerchief. The white handkerchief was soon covered in blood.

"This won't work. We need to treat this quickly.," he said.

"Enough," Gregory Frost calmly refuted him. "First things first. Who dared to point their guns at me?"

Robert Scott froze.

It was true. They were surrounded by his loyal men. The only enemy was tied and injured. The girl was in his arms. They were heavily guarded. Who could shoot at him?

The men wearing black clothes glanced at each other. They were confused. If one of them shot their boss, they would already notice.

However, their rifles were pointed at the ground.

Then who? A ghost? Maybe a ghost came to take revenge.

Gregory Frost's eyes landed on the couple who were injured.

"Was it part of your scheme?" he interrogated them.

Han Luo glared at him as if she was going to chop him into pieces.

'When did we have time to scheme? We didn't know he would come to find us anytime soon. We were planning to move secretly. How can we have enough resources to hire a hitman? It must be his karma. Serves him right. He can just die now and leave us in peace.'

She cursed him in her heart with all her might.

Gregory Frost understood that he couldn't make them talk like that. He stepped forward.

Bang!

This time the bullet hit the concrete road, close to his right foot. If it was a bit closer, he would have been shot in the foot.

He halted in his tracks. He didn't move forward or backward.

His men were stunned at first and looked around. They were all well trained. When they didn't find anyone near them, their leader shouted, "It's a sniper! Cover boss!"

Everyone surrounded Gregory Frost, Robert Scott, Han Luo, and Mo Yuan.

Han Luo was nervous. She tightened her arms around Mo Yuan and looked around.

"Don't move away from me," Mo Yuan instructed her.

"…Okay," Han Luo agreed.

Gregory Frost scowled. He grabbed a gun from a holster of one of his men and pointed at Mo Yuan. "Was it you?"

"Gregory, if you try to pull the trigger, I'll make sure you never see another day."