At that moment, Zhang Bin's focus was absolute, and his pupils contracted to pinpricks. In an instant, his vision and hearing surged to an unprecedented peak.
He saw everything with perfect clarity. A bullet shot toward him, letting out a piercing whistle.
The sword in his hand, infused with Longevity Qi, was harder than true steel as it stabbed out swiftly.
Unfortunately, his sword struck nothing but air.
The bullet was too fast. It pierced his thigh in the blink of an eye.
PFFT!
Blood spurted out.
Excruciating pain crashed over him like a tidal wave. Zhang Bin's legs gave way, and he stumbled to the ground.
"Xiao Bin!"
Almost simultaneously, Xiao Fang, Cheng Xin, and Father Zhang and Mother Zhang all cried out in terror.
Qian Bing, Zhao Dawei, and the other bodyguard all shook their heads. Zhang Bin hadn't even tried to dodge. Getting shot was inevitable.
"Get him to a hospital, quickly," Zhao Dawei said, a little frustrated.
