A sharp crack! The deadly bullets whistled by, piercing a large chandelier far away and causing it to go out instantly. The crowd gasped in alarm. "There's an assassin!" Someone shouted without knowing who. Immediately, chaos erupted. The other bodyguards wouldn't let go of Yu Di, continuing to fire one shot after another. Gao Liang held Yu Di, rolling on the ground, with bullets plinking softly around him. Yu Di had never faced such a terrifying scene before and screamed out in sheer shock. Gao Liang kept rolling, always shielding her. From the stage to the floor, they tumbled down, and when Yu Di landed, she gasped softly—her lips met Gao Liang's in a tender touch. Hurriedly pushing him away, she called out, "Liang Shanbo! It's you!" Her eyes welled with tears. "Yes! Di! It's me! The situation is dangerous—quick! Get on my back!" Under the spotlight's reminder, Yuzhu climbed onto Gaoang's warm and secure back. At that moment, bullets from evil assailants shot toward them, and Gaoang immediately lifted a steel plate from the audience section. "Clang! Clang! Clang!" the bullets struck the plate densely. Protected by the steel plate, Gaoang swiftly retreated. As he rushed out from the Metropolitan Opera House, he didn't expect the gunfire to follow immediately upon stepping outside. "Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!" The machine gun opened up. David Bor, this time wearing a mask, personally took aim and fired directly at Gaoang. "Gaoang! You're dead! This time, no matter how skilled you are, you won't escape my meticulously laid web of defense! Hahahaha!" At the same time, David Bor shouted to his team: "Quick! Quick! Eliminate him! As long as you eliminate him, I'll pay you one hundred thousand dollars!" His group of henchmen immediately rallied, each holding a gun, and began firing at Gaoang. Yu Di was truly worried—she never imagined that people would deliberately attack her and her husband right in broad daylight, and she couldn’t figure out who she had wronged. A bullet struck Yu Di in the back. Gao Liang reacted swiftly, immediately using a steel plate to block it—clang, clang, clang—and successfully deflected it. Yet another bullet flew toward Gao Liang’s side, at a perfectly strategic angle that could simultaneously target both Gao Liang and Yu Di—truly a double strike. Without hesitation, Gao Liang used his left arm to intercept it. “Ah!” The bullet pierced his arm. “Husband! Husband!” Yu Di was utterly stunned—she never thought Gao Liang would risk his own life to save hers. At that moment, it was David Pol who fired the bullet, and watching Gao Liang’s pain, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. As long as Gao Liang died, David Pol would feel completely fulfilled. He couldn’t bear for Gao Liang to live even a single second longer. Immediately, he shouted at the group of thugs below, “Quick! Fire shots from all directions!” "Put that guy out of his misery!" A relentless barrage of gunfire poured down upon us. Our Gao Liang showed no retreat. At the crucial moment, he used his imposing frame to shield his beloved young woman. Yi Duo's clear tears flowed continuously, as her husband once again took a hit. Yet Gao Liang didn't cry out in pain—he remained upright, steadfastly protecting his beloved. David Borl laughed at Gao Liang's sheer foolishness—how could he sacrifice his life for just one beautiful woman? Still, he felt a deep satisfaction; it was well-deserved. "I wanted you to die! You died! Without you, my desire-to-be-god corporation would be nothing. Remember the refinery of the Mobil Oil Company in San Francisco last time? You completely destroyed it. I've carried that grudge ever since. This time, I want you to pay for it with your life!" As David Borl aimed his rifle at Gao Liang—someone who was willing to give his life for love—suddenly, he felt a strong, powerful hand lift him up and throw him into the air. The machine gun flew through the air and landed in Highlight's hands. He aimed it at David Borl, who was rapidly descending. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three sharp shots rang out. "Ah! Oh! My goodness!" David Borl cried out, struck at three vital spots—his abdomen, the area near his chest, and his left eye—all critical injuries. Like a stone hitting a solid cement floor, David Borl crashed hard, his skull fracturing. "Don't blame me for being cold-hearted! You were the one who attacked first!" Highlight said firmly. "Tapping! Tapping! Tapping!" Another burst of gunfire came—Highlight immediately rolled to the ground. To his surprise, it was the group of thugs now firing at him. With bloodshot eyes, Highlight raised the machine gun and unleashed a fierce barrage of fire. Several thugs fell to the shots. "Boss! Quick! Get in the car! We're leaving!" Two stalwart bodyguards appeared before Gao Liang. Li Xiang, in his golden armor, offered his motorcycle to Gao Liang and took the back seat of the motorcycle driven by Chen Zixue, who wore silver armor. Gao Liang, quick-witted and agile, immediately pulled the young woman onto the bike and positioned the machine gun on the front seat, firing steadily with a rapid "dashing" rhythm as they moved. Watching this, Yu Die saw that the thugs who had been trying to kill her one by one fell under Gao Liang's swift and relentless attacks. Gao Liang drove through the streets and alleys of New York, where David Bor had indeed laid out an extensive network of defenses. Though Gao Liang had dealt them heavy blows, his numerous allies still launched attacks on the golden and silver armored motorcycles as they moved through the city. Gao Liang increased the power of his engine, and the motorcycle surged forward like a wild, untamed stallion, soaring over the roofs of passing cars. Gao Liang was performing a live, real-life version of the hit movie "The Best Driver," instantly drawing a large crowd of onlookers. High Light didn't know that at the very top of the building, a man burned black like charcoal was carrying a shoulder-mounted missile, his sights locked firmly on him. "High Light! High Light! You've turned me into a living corpse! For the rest of my life, I can only survive in darkness! This time, I'm going to erase you completely from the face of the Earth!" This man wasn't anyone else—Jim, the top assassin of Blackwater Company. His Apache attack helicopter had crashed in San Francisco, but Jim was lucky—he managed to jump out just as the plane went down, landing safely at the edge of the cliff's deep chasm, saving his life. However, the intense shockwave had scorched his body, turning him into a carbonized, terrifying figure. He was so afraid to show himself that he had to wear black clothes and cover his face every day, living in perpetual darkness. Jim was determined to avenge himself—his deep-seated hatred for High Light had finally reached its peak. He immediately pulled the missile's trigger. A proud, grim smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "High Light! This time, I'm going to send you straight to the heavens!" There's also your little beauty! I'm gonna wipe her out too—make it a double wipe for you both! The massive missile dances through the sky like a dragon serpentine. I won't worry about it after launch—haha! Mine has a GPS-guided system that'll track the target until it's completely destroyed.