"How did you get here?!"
The backpacked man's pupils contracted sharply, and he let out a fierce shout.
His voice was not just loud but shrill, as if it could pierce everyone's eardrums. Yet the truly lethal threat was the handgun that suddenly appeared in his hand.
The gun was pitch-black, reflecting none of the corridor's light.
Clearly, this handgun was no crudely made homemade weapon. It was probably a modified military-grade model.
Without the slightest hesitation, the backpacked man raised the gun and aimed at Qin Ran.
He had no idea why Qin Ran was here.
Nor did he know whether Qin Ran had come alone or already called the police.
All he knew was that his plan had fallen through.
The man before him had ruined his plans for the second time.
This man had to die!
With that thought, the backpacked man moved to pull the trigger.
Then he saw Qin Ran step forward.
Coming to his death?
He wouldn't show any mercy!
A vicious grin spread across the backpacked man's face.
He bared his teeth and stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, like a beast hunting its prey.
Bang!
The gunshot rang out.
A burst of flame erupted from the muzzle.
But the bullet missed.
Dodging bullets was not difficult for Qin Ran, whose physical abilities still remained at the limits of an ordinary human.
After all, he did not need to be faster than the bullet.
He only needed to calculate its trajectory and move faster than the trigger finger.
The vicious grin froze on the backpacked man's face.
He stared at Qin Ran in disbelief.
"How is that possible?"
The backpacked man growled.
"There are far too many unknowns in this world that people dismiss as impossible."
"Look, just like the ones