Bang!
The gunshot sounded.
Amidst the stunned expressions of Li Shangfeng and Qian Beijun, Yang Fan continued to stand there, unflinching.
Ji Yuanlong collapsed, with a clatter, his handgun fell to the ground.
A bullet hole appeared in his head, having precisely penetrated from the back of his skull.
Yes, Ji Yuanlong was dead.
Yang Fan was alive, without moving an inch.
Such a huge contrast, such an inconceivable event, happened in that instant.
Li Shangfeng and Qian Beijun had the same expression, the same dumbstruck confusion.
They saw it clearly, oh so clearly.
The moment Ji Yuanlong fired his gun, Yang Fan's right hand lashed out swiftly, bringing with it a burst of powerful gust.
The gust roared past, and as Ji Yuanlong pulled the trigger, the gun aimed at Yang Fan incredibly and uncontrollably swung backward, aiming at his own head.
Before he could understand what was happening, Ji Yuanlong fell.
