Ye Fan's figure moved like lightning, and in a flash, he rushed towards Li Qianru, an overwhelming killing aura erupted, intimidating everyone in its presence.
"How is this possible!" Li Qianru was dumbfounded, panic-stricken, the scene before her eyes was beyond her expectations and imagination.
She would never have thought that such a scene would occur—clearly Ye Fan was already dead, she believed this without a doubt; her bullet was aimed straight at the heart, it should have ended Ye Fan's life, yet Ye Fan was not only alive, but also so fierce.
The sheer momentum of Ye Fan exuded a dangerous aura, at this moment, she felt like a little lamb in the mouth of a ferocious wolf, fearful and despairing.
No matter how she racked her brains, she would never have guessed that the bullet did not enter Ye Fan's heart.
In that split-second moment.
