The bullet came too fast, too suddenly!
No one there, not even Xu Wenqiang, had time to react!
All that remained in their minds was the gunshot, sounding like a death knell!
It was over!
Sun Xiaochuan was dead for sure!
The Dragon Head had finally gotten him to talk, and now every lead was about to vanish!
But just as the bullet was about to strike Sun Xiaochuan between the eyes and blow his head apart like a rotten watermelon—
Whoosh!
A figure moved!
It was Yue Xiaofei!
His reflexes had surpassed anything human beings could comprehend!
The instant the gun went off, his body was already moving!
Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed Sun Xiaochuan by the collar and yanked him behind himself!
Thud!
The bullet skimmed Sun Xiaochuan's scalp, spraying blood, then buried itself deep in the Tiger-Skin Throne behind him!
A deep bullet hole appeared in the throne.
A wisp of smoke slowly rose from it.
That was close!
Xu Wenqiang and the Azure Alliance members breathed a collective sigh of relief, their backs instantly soaked with cold sweat!
The Dragon Head had actually saved him!
Those reflexes were inhuman!
But before their relief could fully settle, Yue Xiaofei's expression changed sharply!
He looked down. Sun Xiaochuan, whom he had pulled behind him, gave one violent spasm, then went limp and still.
A trickle of black blood seeped from the corner of Sun Xiaochuan's mouth.
At some point, a silver needle as fine as an ox's hair had appeared in his forehead!
The needle was black from end to end, reflecting a cold gleam beneath the lights.
Its tip was still trembling!
It had been a diversion!
The deadly gunshot had only been meant to draw everyone's attention!
The real killing blow was that silver needle,