An Ning didn't want to pay attention to him. Feeling the cold touch on her wrist again, she made up her mind.

But before she could act on her idea, a high-speed bullet grazed her forehead.

The pain started spreading from her temple, and Anning was momentarily stunned.

What's wrong with her?

She was grazed by a bullet...

An Ning raised her hand and touched her forehead. The warm touch felt very real; it was her blood, still carrying her body temperature.

This is absolutely unforgivable...

An Ning dropped the small stool she had picked up, but instead of just tossing it on the ground, she smashed it hard against the man's head. The wooden stool hit the man's head squarely with a loud thud, and bright red blood flowed down from the man's hair, staining his face red in the blink of an eye.

His body was covered in debris.

An Ning walked towards him step by step, seemingly unafraid of the gun in the man's hand.

The man who had been slammed onto a stool was stunned for a moment. When he realized that the culprit who had hit him was still getting closer, he raised his gun and said in a trembling voice, "You... if you come any closer, I'll kill you!"

"Don't threaten me with a gun."

Anning kicked the gun out of the man's hand at an incredible angle. Before the man could even pick up another gun, Anning kicked him directly in the face.

"You better lie down properly!"

The fruit knife hidden in her sleeve pierced the palm of the man's hand that had just been holding the gun with perfect precision!