The sound of gunfire stopped.
Because Feng Mu and Wang Yilin's figures had overlapped, the chief constables were afraid of accidentally injuring the director.
Then,
they collectively froze in place, their expressions stiff and filled with terror.
They were horrified to see Wang Yilin's body rapidly withering, his once full skin and round belly shriveling at a visible speed, the plump skin on his face instantly becoming gaunt and saggy, as if decades were drained from him in a moment.
Meanwhile, the masked person's bullet wounds on the leg and abdomen were bizarrely healing, and they could even see tiny energy patterns weaving and flowing at the wounds, resembling countless living threads stitching themselves back together.
The scene was somewhat beyond comprehension, causing the hearts of all the chief constables to tremble, coldness rising from their spines.
