The malice was exceptionally intense, exceptionally pure. Even without the Bewitching Demon, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly sense it through the dangerous intuition of scouts.
This malice obviously could not have come from Annie or Mr. Bill.
Had someone from the Dionysus Club come looking for them? Tsk, Mr. Bill was an old hand too—how could he have been so careless? Thinking of recent events, Zhang Yuanqing silently formed a guess.
Pretending nothing was wrong, he smiled and said, "Mr. Bill isn't available? Then I'll come visit another day!"
Although he wanted to help Mr. Bill and Annie, he did not know the enemy's methods or numbers, and he had not brought his Yin corpses. He decided to retreat first and call Fu Qingyang directly.
With that, he turned to leave. But the moment he took a step, his body stumbled forward and crashed down.
His legs had not moved at all. It was as though his brain had lost control over them.
Not possession.
Zhang Yuanqing had never encountered anything like this before. He hurriedly braced himself against the ground with one hand, avoiding the undignified fate of landing face-first.
Just then, a sharp phew! rang out. A deadly bullet came from the left and struck him before he could react, hitting his skull squarely and knocking his head to one side with tremendous force.
With a Star Official's defenses, a large-caliber bullet hitting a vital point at close range might not be fatal, but it could still inflict severe damage.
Yet the bullet fell to the ground with a clang, bouncing twice without harming its target.
Unscathed, Zhang Yuanqing focused his gaze and saw that the bullet was silver, its surface engraved with intricate patterns.
—As he fell, his other hand had already drawn the Unyielding One's Heartguard Mirror.