"Angela!" Xia Yida in the audience shouted, and she was about to rush to the stage desperately.

Konstantin grabbed her and held her to her tightly.

The leader on the stage casually threw the micro punch in his hand to a person behind him, pulled out a pistol, and pressed it against Angela's temple.

"Little girl below, it's better for you to be honest. If you move, my fingers won't tremble, and if my hands are unsteady, the gun will go off. ”

Shaida froze in fright, never thinking that Angela would be held to the head at gunpoint like she was now, like fish on a chopping board.

The appearance of these people is not a joke. If their purpose is not achieved, Angela may really die!

The concept of "death" was so far away from her that she never imagined it and was not mentally prepared. But Angela is one of the most important people Shaida has met since she came to the North Country, and if Angela is in danger, she must not sit idly by.

"Please, please don't do this!" Shaida plucked up the courage to call out, "She's young, don't treat her like this." Please replace her with me, I will cooperate well and be obedient! ”

Konstantin was in a hurry, but he had no choice but to twist his body and completely wrap Shaida's body behind him.

I don't know where these people came from, and I don't know what their style is. Such people, usually tyrannical and perverse, are likely to shoot directly at the "rising birds" who openly challenge.

So he used his body to protect Shaida for the first time.

"Tsk, that's touching!" The leader exclaimed, "You children are really not ordinary, are you because you are not sensible? But, excuse me, please better shut up, I'm not interested in you. If you do superfluous things and say superfluous things, you and this little girl in my hands will not be let go. Is that clear enough? ”

The meaning is very clear, Shaida didn't dare to say a word more, for fear of bringing danger to Angela, but her heart was as anxious as a flame.

"Mr. Christopher," the leader turned to Roman, who was crouching on the stage, "and it seems that this little girl is good to you, is she someone very important to you?" ”

Roman slowly stood up and said, "If it's against me, then I'm really sorry, I don't know her at all." You also said, I'm a good woman, and this guy is probably one of those women chasing after him, right? It's a pity that it's a little hairy child, I'm not interested, women, it's better to be like a woman. ”

As he spoke, he gave the leader a "same man, you know" look. However, this trick didn't seem to work, and the tall and straight man who looked like a tower was not moved at all.

"I see. Anyway, I need to wait for a response now, and the time will be boring, so it's better for me to shoot her. Hostages, it always takes a few deaths to see a little blood before it will have an effect. Just ...... the photo of this little girl's corpse."

"Wait!" Roman finally changed his face a little, and called out anxiously, "From what you just said, you are targeting me." Since it's aimed at me, why don't you hold on to these irrelevant people and not let go! ”

"Oh? Sure enough, I care about it. The leader finally let go of the hand that was holding Angela's neck, and Angela's thin body slumped to the ground, breathing heavily and coughing.

Roman tried to help her, but the leader's pistol was still impartially pressed against her temple, so that Roman did not dare to act rashly.

"You're a musician?"

"Since you know who I am, and you are targeting me like this, why do you knowingly ask these things!"

A fire sprung up in Roman's heart.

It was also the first time he had encountered such a crisis, and the first time someone had pulled out a gun in front of him and pointed it at someone who knew him all too well. By no means fearless, Roman Christophe was not the kind of hero of integrity. But at this moment, he found that he was not as afraid as he had imagined - it should be said that anxiety and uneasiness overwhelmed the feeling of fear in his heart.

What should I do? This man is pointing a gun at Angela, it's Angela Fantacia!

Angela is Gray's younger sister, so in Roman's heart, she has always been a sister, a child, someone who needs to be taken care of, and someone he wants to be happy and happy.

At this moment, Angela Fantacia sat on the ground, her fair and beautiful face bloodless, and her long flaxen-colored curled hair was disheveled, like a pale and fragile porcelain doll.

But her eyes looked at Roman, and that look was extremely firm, as if to say: "Roman, don't say any more, I'm okay, don't provoke him anymore......"

It was not a child's look at all, and Roman was surprised to find that she seemed to have grown into a mature and beautiful girl in this instant.

Perhaps, Angela Fantasia has always been like this, but she has always been reluctant to admit it in her heart.

Roman remembered the bits and pieces he had experienced together.

He used to hate her, because of her, his best friend has embarked on an extremely difficult and bumpy road since then. But he also witnessed her metamorphosis, her precociousness, and how she worked hard to live with a tenacious attitude.

Gradually, this very little girl, with her own actions, changed Roman's opinion of her.

She's a strong girl, Gray doesn't blame her, Gray wants her to be happy, and Roman, too, wants her to be happy.

Roman doesn't think he's a good person, he's sorry for a lot of people, especially a lot of women who have given him a heart. He admires the beauty of women, but he can't imagine being with a person for a long time without feeling bored. He would rather be a ruthless villain than that boredom and the exhaustion of inspiration.

But Angela Fantacia was never among those women.

I always thought that she was just a child and could not be measured by a woman's standards at all. However, today, at such a critical juncture, Roman suddenly discovers that things may not be what he imagined.

Watching this delicate and slender girl tremble under the muzzle of the black hole of the abuser, all the memories of her for so many years flooded up in her mind. Her upbringing, her coquettishness, her little temper, and her strength.

Usually, she is so sharp-toothed in front of herself, but at a moment like this, this seemingly weak but actually strong little girl is trying to protect herself.

But the way she stood on the ground looked like a fragile flower that would shatter and drift away when touched. Human beings are so fragile that as long as a small bullet, the beautiful life condensed by years of time will cease to exist.

Roman's mind conjured up an image of Angela Fantacia's death. What if Angela died?

He suddenly found that his fear of this seemed to be greater than all the other emotional flows in his heart.