Lan Yuexin huddled behind a tire as the sounds of gunfire were punctuated by the thud of bodies hitting the ground. Every time a flash of cold metal sliced through the smoke, someone would clutch their throat or eye socket and collapse into a pool of blood. She suddenly noticed that before Gu Yuan used a needle, he would lightly rub the dragon-motif relief on the end of it with his thumb, a movement as graceful as a musician tuning strings.
"Damn it! This thing is more twisted than a bullet!"
A robber in a skull mask had just pulled out a flashbang, but the silver needle Gu Yuan flung traced a bizarre arc through the air, bypassing the collar of the man’s tactical vest and burying itself in his carotid artery. As the man clawed at his neck in convulsions, the three remaining thugs finally broke, dropping their weapons and kneeling in the blood-soaked dirt, kowtowing frantically.
Chapter 254