Although Yun Jian walked toward the mouse whose vital parts were pierced by the bowl, his words sounded like he was talking to the mouse.
However, everyone present was stunned.
Especially Chen Yilan. She was frightened by Yun Jian’s move and her face was pale.
If outsiders couldn’t hear it, then how could Chen Yilan, who was herself, not hear Yun Jian’s words? It sounded more like he was talking to her?
Moreover, how could an 18-year-old girl have such terrifying skills?
The bowl that had just flown out streaked across her neck without any deviation. The bowl that had fallen to the ground flew out and hit the fatal spot of the passing mouse, killing it.
Was all of this a coincidence or...
At this moment, not only Chen Yilan, Hong Junhua, who had put on a pretentious face in front of Yun Jian, Hong Taishan, who was quite proud of his small achievements in his career, and everyone standing around them were all shocked.
