Anya was stunned by the sudden turn of events, and I shouted, "Anya!"

Arton reacted quickly too. He dropped what he was holding and grabbed Anya, running toward us.

The lobby erupted into chaos. People scattered in all directions, screaming and ducking for cover. Some even fell to the ground.

I dared not look back, but I could vaguely sense gunfire behind us, aimed at us.

Arnold pulled both of us with him and ran toward the bar, where the back entrance would lead to a safe passage.

But just then, Arnold stumbled, his body jerked, and he suddenly let go of my arm. I was flung away by the momentum and fell to the ground. I heard Hana exclaim, "Arnold!”

I quickly looked at Arnold and saw that he had been shot in the upper arm. He ignored his injury and pressed Hana against the wall behind the bar. Then, he reached back to grab my ankle and pulled me toward him, hiding us behind the bar.

"Arnold, you're injured!" I shouted. He shielded me, extending his injured arm to protect us. Th