Just as Ah Yong's fingers moved forcefully, Shan Yue's sharp gaze immediately captured this detail. She made a dodge in advance, and gunshots resounded through the entire street.
Fortunately, Lang Nan had dispersed everyone on the way in advance. Otherwise, this shot would have definitely caused a commotion in the Federation's central city. The virus had not passed, and the terrorist attack had come. That was the time when ordinary people would break down.
Smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullet left the barrel. However, Shan Yue had already completely dodged the damage of the bullet. With a whoosh, it could only punch a bullet hole in Shan Yue's long hair before it could drift over.
On the other hand, Shan Yue was unharmed as if nothing had happened.
