My Trump Card Is My Girlfriend

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Along with the gunshot came the groans of the NPCs lying on the ground, their tongues cut out by little Suger, struggling helplessly as they tried to make sounds with their throats.

The already bloodstained room was covered in another layer of hot blood as the bullet from Yimo's revolver flew out.

And that blood came from Yimo!

The instant Yimo fired, Suger seemed to know all along that Yimo was hiding inside the cabinet. At the same time, he threw the scalpel in his hand.

He leaned to one side, his head tilted back, looking toward where Yimo was hiding.

The Golden Cross Star in his eyes widened. His face, stained red by the crimson moonlight, was twisted with ferocity.

The corners of his mouth lifted high. He grinned, wearing a thoroughly satisfied smile, and shouted happily, "Checkmate!"

Along with little Suger's childish voice,

the bullet, heated by burning gunpowder, and the cold scalpel nearly grazed past each other!

The scalpel struck the right hand holding Yimo's revolver with pinpoint accuracy. It pierced the strips of cloth wrapped around the gun and her hand, then lodged directly in the trigger guard, jamming the revolver's trigger so firmly that Yimo couldn't fire a second shot.

Blood stained the strips of cloth torn from Qin Muse's clothes.

But the revolver bullet aimed at Suger was blocked by a flash of white light before it could hit him, then ricocheted away!

Yimo's attack missed. She gritted her teeth and immediately slammed her whole body against the cabinet door, knocking it open. Her left hand reached for the revolver in her right hand. She didn't even care that the scalpel was caught in the trigger guard; she was going to press down on its blade and force the gun to fire!

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