Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

Jinnian only felt the coldness at the tips of his ears.

The fingers are cold, but the palms are warm......

Jinnian moved his ears, and gradually, the heat from his palms spread to his entire body, covering both of his ears, leaving only a moist warmth around him.

"Are you scared?"

Jinnian's eyes hurt from the smoke, so she closed them tightly. Then she opened her mouth, and her red lips, which seemed even brighter against the grey mist, moved up and down, but no sound could be heard. It was like a mumbling in a dream that was gradually being swallowed up.

Er Yuehong didn't hear Jinnian's response. The sound of fireworks exploding and the noise had not yet ended. He approached gently, and their foreheads were almost touching.

Jinnian raised his hands, brought them close to the hands that were covering his ears, and gently covered them.

The breeze blew, the smoke continued to spread, and the gloomy sky was illuminated by fireworks.

The sky was dim and vague, and it was difficult to see clearly, but it became the best background.

More or less people on the street stopped because of the fireworks in the sky, and when they saw that the fireworks were set off from the Huo Mansion, they were no longer surprised.

Several people in the room were socializing and talking despite the loud explosion outside. The sound of clinking glasses was even louder than the lingering sound outside. On the contrary, outside, it was quieter as everyone was enjoying the rare fireworks.

In the smoke, many people stood up from their seats in the back and cheered, but only around Jinnian, a few people stayed in their seats, quietly, as if they had agreed.

Jinnian half stood up and moved closer to Er Yuehong. Her half-collected hair hung down and wrapped around the man's arm. If Jinnian lowered herself a little, she would be able to touch the man's soft black hair.

This time the distance was close enough. Er Yuehong stared at his opening and closing lips, and watched Jinnian smile and say that he was not scared.

Er Yuehong put down his hand that was covering his ears, but Jinnian grabbed it and scratched his palm in circles.

This tranquility did not last long.

Just as the fireworks finished blooming, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, breaking the silence around.

Immediately afterwards, a bullet whizzed in and headed straight towards the direction of several people.

Jinnian moved his ears, and when he realized something was wrong his expression changed instantly, and his fingers tightly grasped Er Yuehong's hand.

He could only hear where the sound came from, but his body couldn't react.

Er Yuehong noticed the abnormal anxiety on Jinnian's face and his lips opening and closing frantically, and he reacted immediately. He was quick to pull Jinnian into his arms, using his body to hold Jinnian, trying to help him block the sudden danger.

Jinnian only felt a powerful force wrapping him tightly, followed by Er Yuehong's warm and firm embrace. His ears were buzzing, and he could not feel anything other than the warm embrace.

In an instant, everything seemed to freeze.

Then, as if afraid of failing, the people on the opposite side were determined to die. A few more gunshots and bullets broke the fireworks that had lingered in the sky for a long time.

When the crowd around heard the gunshots, they immediately fell into chaos, with screams and shouts intertwined.

Er Yuehong acted decisively and quickly. He protected the man under him without any hesitation. His eyes instantly became sharp and he scanned the surroundings like an eagle.

Jinnian was held tightly in Er Yuehong's arms, his eyes were a little dazed, the roaring sound in his ears had not stopped since just now, a hot stream rolled down his cheeks, Jinnian wiped it casually and felt something warm and sticky, he squinted his eyes and saw a hint of blue at his fingertips in the smoke.

He couldn't cause trouble for Er Yuehong, so he just lay obediently in Er Yuehong's arms, not daring to move. He felt waves of stinging and burning pain in his ears, but he suppressed them all.

When Jinnian raised his eyes, he saw Qi Tiezui opposite him, also lying on the ground, holding his head.

When Qi Tiezui saw him looking at him, he quickly made a hushing gesture, telling him not to make any sound. He knew very well that he and Jinnian were both weak fighters, and it would be good if they were not shot to death. It would be better for them to just stay hidden.

The people around immediately went on alert.

Those who were originally sitting quietly in their seats stood up one after another. Some of them had weapons in their hands. They were not guests, but guards that Huo Jinxi had inserted early in the morning. She was not stupid. How could there be no defensive measures with so many people?

However, she was only using it as a defensive measure. She never expected that someone would be so bold as to attack her in public. They really didn't take her Huo family seriously at all.

Zhang Qishan's eyes became as sharp as a knife the moment the gunshot rang out. His body shook, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

His fingers quickly fumbled around his waist, and almost before he finished speaking, a shiny black pistol was firmly in his hand.

“Chase!” Zhang Qishan’s deep and powerful voice penetrated the smoke like a thunderclap, making the crowd around, who were already a little panicked, hide even more nervously.

Zhang Qishan's figure flashed like a black lightning, and instantly crossed a distance of several meters.

Wearing a well-tailored black suit, every step he took was steady and powerful. His tall figure was like a mountain in the smoke, giving people a great sense of oppression.

He supported himself on Jinnian's stool, leaped into the air, his body drew a graceful arc in the air, and landed steadily on the open space on the other side.

He found the other party's trace without even stopping. His footsteps were as smooth as flowing water. In just a few steps, he disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Zhang Rishan followed closely behind, still wearing his neat military uniform and with a stern expression. When the thick fog dissipated, he glanced at the people on the field, and then followed closely behind Zhang Qishan. The two men's paces were almost completely identical, and they acted separately without any signal, showing great tacit understanding.

"Over there!" Zhang Qishan suddenly shouted in a low voice and pointed in a direction.

Zhang Rishan immediately understood, and the two of them accelerated at the same time and rushed in that direction. He deliberately went around to the other side to prepare for an outflanking attack.

The sneak attacking figure was moving very quickly and had already reached the vicinity of the rockery.

He was wearing a dark robe and his face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes that were flickering with gloom.

As he ran, he kept looking back, obviously looking for a way to escape. The problem was, he seemed to have made a good plan and was quite familiar with the escape route.

However, the people chasing him were not ordinary people. Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan had followed him closely.

The two of them stood in front and behind, trapping the attacker in the middle. Seeing this, the attacker was frightened and knew that he could not escape, so he simply stopped, turned around and prepared to fight.

"Humph, you two think you can catch me?"

The attacker sneered, reached under his robe with both hands, and instantly pulled out two sharp daggers.

Zhang Qishan looked at the other party's trembling hands and did not expose him. The other party noticed his gaze and became even more ferocious. He grasped the hilt of the knife tightly, with a gleam of determination in his eyes, as if he was planning to die together.

The gangster rushed towards Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan with his arms waving. His movements were crazy and ferocious, like a wounded beast making a desperate throw.

Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan were not afraid at all.

They looked at the gangster rushing towards them calmly, as if they were looking at a dead man. Zhang Qishan raised his pistol, aimed at the gangster's leg, ready to subdue him.

He didn't intend to kill the man directly. He wanted to find out who was behind him. He had to make the person behind him suffer.

However, the gangster was very agile, and with his familiarity with the rockery, he kept changing directions to avoid Zhang Qishan's gunfire. Zhang Qishan frowned slightly, and he stepped back a few steps to avoid the opponent's sneak attack.

He was so skilled that he almost got lost when he came in to the rockery. Even a dog wouldn't believe him if he said he hadn't stepped on it before. Zhang Qishan frowned and planned to continue talking to Sanniang later.

It is still unclear who this criminal is targeting, and it is difficult to draw a conclusion, so we have to capture him alive.

He didn't bring a knife, and wearing a suit and carrying a gun was already the most he could do. Fortunately, Zhang Rishan had a knife, so he was not afraid and went up to fight with the man with the knife.

Zhang Qishan was quite confident in Zhang Rishan, so he pushed him aside and let him go.

Seeing this, Zhang Rishan rushed forward and engaged in close combat. His movements were clean and neat, each move was full of power and skill. The tip of the knife he swung was shining with a cold light as he swung it fiercely at the gangster.

In the fierce fight, Zhang Rishan gradually gained the upper hand, his movements became faster and stronger, and the gangsters gradually couldn't hold on and began to retreat.

Amid the smoke, chaos and noise were intertwined.

Zhang Qishan's tall figure was like a towering mountain, standing in front of the attacker with a sense of oppression. Against the backdrop of the smoke, his black suit made him look like the King of Hell who had come to claim his life.

The attacker's face was filled with fear, beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, and his eyes were filled with despair and fear, because Zhang Qishan in front of him was like an invincible god, and those cold eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his soul.

This dying feeling was like a blunt knife, slowly cutting his nerves and nearly bringing him to collapse.

He also wanted to shoot the guy opposite him to eliminate the threat, or at least kill himself quickly, but obviously he didn't do that. Was he going to stab himself to death with a knife?

Not to mention that it was too uncomfortable. He had realized that the other party was teasing him like a cat. He would definitely not let him die.

Zhang Qishan had an expressionless face and sharp eyes. He stared at the attacker closely, holding the pistol firmly in his hand, as if waiting for the best opportunity.

The pistol flashed a cold metallic light in the dim light, and coupled with the indifferent expression, it brought tremendous psychological pressure to the attacker.

"If you confess now, I can give you a quick death."

"................"

The attacker was eager to get out of this predicament, so he gritted his teeth and decided to take a gamble.

He roared, brandished the dagger in his hand, avoided Zhang Rishan, and pounced on Zhang Qishan madly. His movements were full of despair and madness, like a wounded beast making its last struggle.

His impulsiveness revealed a bigger flaw. Zhang Qishan's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a provocative smile.

He flashed and disappeared like a ghost. The next moment, he appeared behind the attacker.

Zhang Qishan's movements were so fast that it was impossible to see clearly. The pistol in his hand fired again, and with a "bang", the bullet accurately hit the attacker's shoulder.

Blood gushed out from the wound instantly, looking particularly dazzling under the dim light.

The attacker screamed and fell forward involuntarily. A painful expression appeared on his face. He gritted his teeth and dared not say a word. If he said a word, Zhang Rishan would find him and the rockery's only advantage would be gone.

Seeing this, Zhang Rishan immediately took action.

Although he was wearing a neat military uniform, he looked more terrifying than a criminal, at least that was the case in the eyes of the attackers on the opposite side.

In the smoke, the shoulder straps of the military uniform flashed a cold light, and his handsome but cold eyes made people shudder.

He swung the saber in his hand with lightning speed and incomparable accuracy. With a "click" and the crisp sound of metal collision, the attacker's right hand and the dagger he was holding were chopped off to the ground.