A massive "bullet," etched with dense yellow patterns, nearly grazed He Ao's cheek. In an instant, it punched through the wall behind him and struck the abandoned building across the street.
Boom--
Accompanied by a thunderous explosion, the small building suddenly shuddered before collapsing with a crash amid billowing dust.
That shot was enough to severely injure or even kill a Rank B.
A trace of cold sweat seeped from He Ao's temple. He immediately threw the flying knife in his hand, then turned to look toward the source of the gunshot.
The coffee shop owner had somehow produced a Heavy Gauss Sniper Rifle. He had already turned the barrel and pulled the trigger again.
But this time, before he could fully pull it, the sharp flying knife reached him.
It instantly sliced apart the sniper rifle in his hands and pierced his throat.
Bang--
The coffee shop owner staggered back a step and crashed into the shelf behind the counter with a crisp clatter.
He Ao landed in front of the owner and calmly asked, "Who sent you? Were you the one who assassinated the President?"
Yet in response to his question, the owner merely smiled, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
After a brief pause, he stopped struggling. His body rapidly decayed and vanished. He had also accepted the power of some kind of "gift."
He Ao stared at the Heavy Gauss Sniper Rifle broken into two pieces before him.
From beginning to end, this "owner" had never revealed any obvious "flaws." Every reaction had been normal, even his surface thoughts. He had perfectly played the role of an ordinary coffee shop owner.
The only problem was that he was a Rank D Transcendent. A Rank D Transcendent should not have reacted like this upon seeing