"Let me see!"
They had only just left the hall and were still walking through the long stairway area when Jin completely abandoned her image as a lady and reached straight for Yi Chen's waistband.
She desperately wanted to see the weapon that the organization's founder had somehow created—and kept shrouded in mystery.
However,
The instant Jin's fingers touched the holster at his waist, a strange suction and tearing force suddenly took effect.
Pain~
Part of her fingertips was actually torn away and sent directly into the factory inside the firearm to be used as raw material for producing bullets.
"What!? Forced flesh extraction? How dare it use my flesh to make bullets?"
Jin herself had been a Flesh Weapon Master from birth. She had later become a member of the Cancer Palace and been granted The Swelling Chronicle, taking her control over flesh to an even higher level. Yet now, her flesh had been siphoned away by a nonlethal weapon. That was something she absolutely could not accept.
Her temper flared.
Jin immediately circulated the flesh-manipulation techniques recorded in The Swelling Chronicle, preparing to forcibly pull her flesh back out of the firearm, as if engaged in a tug-of-war.
Strands of minced flesh truly began seeping outward from inside the gun and drifting back toward Jin's fingers.
However, this struggle over the flesh triggered the firearm factory's "danger alarm."
Without Yi Chen, its owner, controlling it,
The handgun drew itself from his waist and took aim, its dark muzzle locking onto Jin's brow.
The entire process of drawing, aiming, and locking on automatically was completed almost instantaneously.
The moment the muzzle aimed at her, Jin's survival instinct was activated as well. A special red lotus spontaneously blossomed on her forehead, resembling a hexagonal barrier.
Bang! A gunshot rang out.