At that moment, outside the movie theater, there was no sign from the private bodyguards. Long Xiliang knew that his personal bodyguards might have been killed.
His guards were elite, picked from ten thousand. To have them all shot dead without alarming Long Xiliang meant the assassins had likely utilized certain methods.
"Was it Second Master Long's men?" Both of them used the backs of their chairs as shields. Lu Xiaoyou asked Long Xiliang in a low voice.
The place they were in was the largest IMAX theater in the cinema. They hid on the other side, holding their breath, concealing themselves in the darkness.
The group that had infiltrated didn't fire haphazardly. Instead, they cautiously searched for the two among rows of seats, back and forth.
Long Xiliang shook his head; they weren't Second Master Long's men.
Lu Xiaoyou reluctantly curled the corners of her mouth.
In the darkness, her eyes shone brightly. She cast a reproachful glance at Long Xiliang.
