Wu Heng's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an unquestionable edge. "I caught these three angels. What do they have to do with those two? They only came with me today to enjoy the scenery. Lilith, have you figured out who you're trading with? Or whether you've brought any sincerity to this deal? If not—"
"Then this deal is off. These angels are useful to me too."
As Wu Heng spoke, he pulled another familiar custom test tube from his pocket. Inside, roughly one-tenth full, a viscous liquid emitting a soft white glow sloshed gently.
He gave it a shake in Lilith's direction, its glow especially conspicuous against the gloomy night.
"That's Angel Potion." Dean's eyes immediately gleamed.
"Yes, that's right."
"Dean," Wu Heng ordered without looking back, "show this lady the power of the potion."
Upon hearing that, Dean immediately drew his hunting knife.
"Who are you looking down on?" Wu Heng suddenly interrupted him. Turning his head, he spoke with a hint of displeasure. "Use a gun."
A gun?
Dean froze at first, then his thoughts jolted!
Because of the Demon Dagger, he had always been locked into a close-combat mindset, trying to attach that power to cold weapons.
But with Wu Heng's prompt, he suddenly saw the light. If he could infuse that power into bullets, what terrifying long-range destructive force would that create?
He immediately put away the dagger and drew the Colt 1911 pistol at his waist.
Calming himself, he painstakingly guided the warm current within his body. This time, instead of attempting to cover the entire gun with power, he manipulated it with extreme precision, compressing and condensing the energy to the utmost before laboriously injecting it, thread by thread, into the metal core of the bullet rather than merely coating its surface.
The process