Li Zhiyuan approached the railing and saw the figure move swiftly like a black monkey, heading towards the dense flowerbed in front.
"Bang!"
Tan Yunlong fired the gun.
It was a decisive move, and indeed a necessary one, given the luck-based atmosphere of capturing a suspect, especially since this person could jump up and down as if using the college's high-tiered building as a slide. No matter if the person was really the suspect from seven years ago, getting shot was justifiable.
But at the moment the bullet was fired, Li Zhiyuan saw the person's body twist awkwardly to the side, dodging the bullet without slowing down their pace.
Then, the figure leaped into the flowerbed.
However, that leap was slightly skewed; the force had not been fully applied.
Tan Yunlong had aimed at the person's legs. Even though the perpetrator dodged, the bullet likely grazed their leg.
