A bullet came flying and hit the person's shoulder.

The person screamed in pain and stumbled backward. Blood rapidly began to spread and soak their clothes.

Yvonne caught them before they fell. Only then did she realize that the person was merely a teenage boy who was about 18 years old.

It was evident that the assassin had aimed the bullet at her, so why had the boy protected her?

However, she didn’t have time to think too much about it. Yvonne grabbed the boy and ducked into a corner nearby, trying to stay out of the assassin's sight.

Blood was still gushing from his wound. So she used all her strength to tear a piece of cloth and attempted to stop the bleeding by applying pressure.

However, the boy stopped her. Mustering all his strength, he yelled something in their local language.

Yvonne didn’t know what it meant, but everyone in the corridor understood. Instantly, intense shouts of anger filled the air.

Shortly after, gunshots and screams filled the air.

She had