Interrogation
When Li Bai had warned Yamamoto Takeo, he had already released a purely defensive magical shield, covering the entire RV and both tents. Yamamoto had been just in time to retreat beneath its protection. Otherwise... he would have ended up looking like a human hornet's nest—a blessing for anyone with trypophobia.
The bullets came in a fierce rain, but the moment they touched the defensive shield, they sank into it as if mired in a swamp. They penetrated less than a foot before quickly losing the last of their momentum and clattering to the ground.
It was nearly dawn, the darkest hour before daybreak. No one could see what had happened to the tiny bullets. Most assumed they had gone wide or hit the bulletproof body of the vehicle.
The "resentful corporate drones" kept firing desperately, even swapping in fresh magazines in turn and continuing to shoot.
Snap!~
The sound of a finger snap wasn't loud, but it eerily drowned out the even louder gunfire.
Li Bai had merely snapped his fingers, as casually as if it were nothing.
The so-called "resentful corporate drones from the commercial company" who had concentrated their fire on him seemed to have their souls sucked out in an instant. They all collapsed to the ground at once.
A crude remark had drawn their attention. He had taken advantage of the moment they opened fire, when their minds were unguarded, and slipped in. It was that simple.
Ordinary people who had never received professional training were utterly defenseless against a true master of psychology and hypnosis.
Impulsiveness was the devil!
That saying was no exaggeration.
"Huh? What's going on?"
When the gunfire stopped without warning, Yamamoto, who had been lying on the ground, raised his head and checked himself. He didn't hurt anywhere. He