Come against the wind, exchange your glory

At the north gate, Han Wu stood guard in front of the gate, watching Guan Yue fight with the guards from a distance.

Persuading: "Guan Yue, stop! I can let you go by thinking about what happened before."

Guan Yue stared at him fiercely, and said, "Dream!"

Han Wu sneered and didn't intend to persuade him anymore, and directly ordered him to be captured alive.

In a short time, he and those who protected him were all taken down.

Han Wu walked up to him unhurriedly, sarcastically saying, "You really interpreted a word, 'overreaching', and another word, 'asking for trouble'."

Guan Yue poohed him angrily, struggling for a long time was useless.

Han Wu wasn't angry either, he just stated the facts indifferently, "If you delay me even a moment, Qiu Fan will be in great danger. For the sake of being the head of the Western Capital, you will risk your lives."

Unexpectedly, Guan Yue would suddenly laugh, the laughter was desolate and sarcastic.

"Hahahahaha... the seat of the Western Capital, you said that what a 15-year-old child has tried his best to pursue is only the seat of the Western Capital, don't you, are you too insulting?"

Han Wu raised his eyebrows and looked at him, he was speechless for a moment, so he could only beckon someone to take him down, he still had to go to Ximen Yizheng Hall.

He never thought that as soon as he took a step, someone behind him would stop him.

Han Wu frowned and turned around, Han Pu was standing opposite.

"Wu'er might as well stay at the north gate for a while."

Han Wu's dignified expression relaxed, and he smiled, and asked, "Fourth Uncle, is the relationship between our uncle and nephew for more than ten years so insignificant in your heart?"

"How could it be? You, on the other hand, should have turned a blind eye if you cared about the friendship between us. Why would you kill your Uncle Guan Yue." Han Pu dealt with him with ease.

Han Wu was furious, gritted his teeth and sneered, "You can really say that, but I almost died at his hands."

Han Pu wanted to say something more, but Han Wu didn't want to hear it. When he moved his fingers, a large number of guards surrounded them.

Han Wu also didn't chat with them, turned around and left after leaving a word.

Han Pu and Guan Yue struggled with the densely packed guards, and it was difficult to escape.

Guan Yue fixed her eyes on Han Wu's back, seeing his voice was about to disappear from her sight, she had no choice but to pull out her pistol.

Almost at the same time, Han Wu quickly took out his gun, turned around and aimed the gun at him.

The air froze instantly.

Han Pu looked at the two of them flusteredly.

"Han Wu, stand there and don't move, or I will shoot your head off with one shot." Guan Yue threatened sharply.

Han Wu dismissed it, and said with a sneer, "It's really a great honor to see the demeanor of the sharpshooter of the [-] Military Region today."

"Han Wu, there is one bullet for you in this gun," Guan Yue said with many elusive emotions in his eyes.

The night wind was howling, and he stood among the guards, his face pale, and there was uncontrollable hatred in his eyes.

Han Wu looked fearless, his eyes became solemn with a hint of chill, he said: "We will settle here today."

"Okay!" Guan Yue sneered, her fingers clenched the trigger without giving in.

"Guan Yue..." Han Pu whispered his name.

In the next second, he rushed between the two of them, and after two gunshots, he was shot in the eyebrow.
Han Wu and Guan Yue's minds went blank.

It was Han Wu who reacted and rushed forward to catch Han Pu who was about to fall.

Guan Yue stared at the gun in his hand in a daze, but couldn't hear any sound in his ears. He fell into deep self-doubt and began to talk to himself.

"Why are there bullets in the gun? I obviously didn't load the bullets? I..."

Han Pu fell into Han Wu's arms, his eyes were looking in the direction of Guan Yue, there was no trace of pain on his face, instead there was a gratifying smile on the corner of his mouth.

Guan Yue stood alone in the middle of the crowd, walking step by step, fluttering like duckweed, despite the wind, frost and rain, people coming and going, pushing and shoving, as if she could fall down at any time.

Han Wu's eye sockets were already wet, and he yelled out loudly: "Come here! Come here, take me to the hospital..."

Before Guan Yue's eyes, it was like a silent movie fast-forwarding, until when Han Pu lay on a stretcher and was carried away in front of him, his legs unconsciously followed. (end of this chapter)