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Bang!

Gunfire echoed through the subway car.

No one screamed. The passengers seemed to have seen this sort of thing so often that they all knew exactly what to do. They bolted.

Not one of them looked back.

One glance was all it might take to lose precious time to escape.

"Yingzhen!"

Lin Baici teleported in front of the Goryeo girl.

He could have teleported right in front of the clown, too. If everyone here had been on his side, he would have done just that. But Pan Junjie and the others were here, and Lin Baici had no intention of taking a bullet for them.

They had only just run into this clown. Who knew how strong it was?

Lin Baici also had another concern. Sutai had probably been killed because he'd lost his ticket. Since Lin Baici still had his, did that mean he'd be safe?

By the time Lin Baici teleported into position, Iron Body was already active, just in case. He held his ticket between the index and middle fingers of his left hand and raised it for the clown to see.

The clown held a silver revolver, aiming at Jin Yingzhen. But when it saw the ticket in her hand—the one it had handed out—it moved the gun away from her and aimed at a ticketless man standing there empty-handed.

Bang! Bang!

The clown kept firing as it walked toward him.

The gunshots rang out without stopping.

It was only a revolver, yet it kept firing as if it had an endless supply of bullets.

A few of the people there were quick-witted. Once they realized the ticket determined whether the clown attacked someone, they immediately rushed toward the seats, trying to grab the tickets Pan Junjie had left behind.

Lin Baici pulled Jin Yingzhen