The King of Prison Break truly lived up to his reputation.
At that moment, along with Wen Li's aura, Fu Qian could confirm one more thing: the target hit by the bullet had been completely reduced to nothing.
More precisely, starting from the bull's-eye where it had been struck with pinpoint accuracy, it crumbled inch by inch into rust-red sand.
That was right. The bullet had been fired, and in a ridiculously ordinary setting—Miss Wen seemed to have been practicing her shooting.
The target hit by the bullet containing Calamity Power was, astonishingly, a human-shaped steel one.
Even Wen Li's aura felt lively and energetic, with no sign of injury at all.
At first glance, it looked as if she'd woken from her nap groggy and accidentally loaded the wrong bullet while practicing.
In the end, besides wasting this precious protective item, the target had also suffered a wildly excessive beating beyond all reason.
And Miss Wen had let out a quiet yelp.
"Looks like a bit of a problem."
Back in the Warehouse, Fu Qian muttered to himself as he recalled the information he'd just received.
Wen Li couldn't possibly have loaded the wrong bullet, even if she'd acted more naturally than nature itself.
There could only be one reason for this scene: she'd run into serious trouble and had decisively dealt with it this way, just as he'd instructed when he gave her the bullet.
The trouble obviously hadn't come from the target. It was just an ordinary piece of metal.
Wen Li's way of taking out her frustration on it might have looked bizarre, but it wasn't hard for Fu Qian to understand. In her estimation, the trouble was simply too serious.
So when it finally came to a head, the calamity bullet would have limited