Jiang Qiao's Conditions

"What?"

"Impossible!"

"How did he do that?"

After the gunshot rang out, the people nearby not only failed to see Jiang Qiao collapse—they saw him merely extend two fingers and catch the bullet fired at him between them!

In an instant.

The area erupted.

Especially the white-haired man, whose eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"Damn it!"

"We kicked an iron plate! Run!"

The woman standing atop the factory building no longer wore her mocking expression of absolute control. She acted decisively, turning around and immediately trying to flee.

You've got to be kidding!

Someone who could catch a sniper's special bullet between two fingers—was he even human?

Not even a Fourth Order could do that!

Obviously.

The man who had appeared tonight wasn't some reckless novice, but a true hidden dragon!

"Why are you running so fast?"

"Why don't we all sit down and have a chat? Let's talk about the rules around here."

"And who you people are."

Jiang Qiao waved with a smile, as though beckoning the woman to stay.

At that moment.

The woman, who had been rapidly moving away, suddenly realized that although she continued running forward, the scenery around her not only failed to recede but instead kept flowing backward, surging toward Jiang Qiao.

Ghost Domain!

The moment Jiang Qiao appeared in this area, his Ghost Domain had already sealed off the surroundings.

These people were simply too weak. Under the interference of the supernatural, their minds had fallen into an illusion. They had no idea anything was wrong, nor did they realize that the area around them had long since turned into a dim, lightless gray.

"What's going on?" the alluring woman asked, shocked and furious.

This violation of common sense filled her with intense unease, and her ample body began to