BANG—!
BANG! BANG—!
BANG! BANG! BANG—!
Following the first shot, the entire magazine of bullets rushed forth from the chamber in succession. Six in total. They streaked toward Qin Fan with high precision, intent on a headshot!
SWOOSH!
Alerted by the sound, Qin Fan paused and looked up toward the source of the gunfire.
There, at the second-floor railing, Li Wenxuan glared down at Qin Fan with a ferocious expression. She held a revolver in a standard two-handed grip, her finger still on the trigger.
"Die! Die! Die!"
Having never killed anyone, and only ever practiced at a shooting range, Li Wenxuan showed no tension or panic. She just kept murmuring the word like one possessed.
Qin Fan wasn't surprised by her opening fire; it was entirely expected. He smirked mockingly as he watched the bullets fly toward him in what seemed like slow motion.
WHOOSH—!
