The wall of the Staff Department's Office Hall had crumbled, desks and chairs lay overturned, and the whole place was a mess.
Severed limbs were scattered everywhere. Even the documents on the floor were soaked in blood.
The stench of blood filled the air, so thick it almost seemed to have substance.
In just a few short minutes since Lu Bai tore through the encirclement, only five or six people remained standing.
Yan Zhiquan looked at the bodies strewn across the floor, gritted his teeth, and called out, "B-Brother Lu, can we talk?"
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Lu Bai stopped, slowly raised the Shuangying pistol in his left hand, and aimed it at Yan Zhiquan.
He still wore a smile. "If the next nine bullets in my gun all jam, then we can talk."
Facing the dark muzzle, Yan Zhiquan's heart sank.
He had noticed that the Brocade-shell pistol sometimes failed to fire, but there was no way it would jam nine times in a row.
So to Yan Zhiquan, the answer was clearly no.
"Hmph..." Yan Zhiquan snorted, maintaining his Astral Body state as he backed two steps toward the entrance. "You've been dodging this whole time. Guess you weren't confident you could take me down?"
Bang!
Lu Bai answered by firing.
A wisp of smoke curled from the muzzle, and the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the air.
The bullet tore into Yan Zhiquan, making him stumble back a step and suck in a sharp breath from the pain.
After all, the weakness of Astral Body was glaringly obvious. Unless he could make up for its lack of agility, there were many situations where a Silver-level ability would be more useful.
"Idiot! You're a sitting duck right now."
Even Fei Xiao couldn't stand watching. He cursed, then turned to Lu Bai.