Bang!
In the recorded image, a bullet nearly non-existent flew out, crossing the sea of bitter hate and the Fire of Fate, hitting right between the eyebrows.
Fan Yun's eyes widened, his consciousness and soul completely severed, falling into the ocean of flames and blood.
Without the strength to struggle, he collapsed backward.
"We meet again, what a coincidence!"
In the gradually dissipating Black Flame, a familiar smiling face overlooked, greeting solemnly:
"General, how have you been?"
That was...
Fan Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.
—Ji Jue!!!
In that instant, his expression twitched slightly, using all his strength, he laid out his chips: "I can give the position of the Military Department..."
"Shh!"
Ji Jue raised a finger to his lips: "Don't speak, I'm busy."
Click.
With a crisp sound, a pitch-black toolbox was placed next to Fan Yun, slowly opened, revealing neatly organized tools in the air.
With a shake of his hands, a mat was already spread out.
