"Ugh..."
On the scorched-black ground, Stiyl clutched his bleeding abdomen and struggled to raise his head, glaring furiously at Fang Li.
"You... bastard..."
Hearing words that were practically a curse, Fang Li merely put away his raised gun, glanced at the Stiyl lying there, and tossed out a remark.
"Maybe it's a little too straightforward for a magician, but it can't be helped. This is how the Science Side does things. Since you've stepped into this field, you can only accept it."
Those words were almost exactly the same as what Stiyl had said when he first appeared.
"Cough...!"
Stiyl immediately coughed up blood. As though filled with unwillingness and resentment, his head lolled to one side and he passed out.
Only Index was left panicking.
"Th-That's it? He was defeated? You've got to be kidding!"
Fang Li merely replied.
"Who told that so-called magician to rush over here without thinking? Wasn't he asking for it?"
As someone whose close-combat skills were enough to surpass even a martial arts grandmaster like Fan Xinglu, how could Fang Li fail to see Stiyl's weakness?
Although this flame-wielding magician's spells were quite powerful, contrary to his large frame, he seemingly had not trained his physical abilities at all. He was barely any better than an ordinary person on the street.
How could a magician like that possibly dodge a bullet?
If he had simply used magic, that would have been one thing.
But Stiyl had deliberately created a Flame Sword and charged at Fang Li. At that point, getting dropped by a single shot was inevitable.
After all, although Fang Li excelled at close-range bladed combat, he was originally a Butai Detective. Using a gun was hardly strange for him.
Besides, it could cover his tracks. Even illegally possessing a firearm was not