"Three-hundred meters is already the best we can do right now. There won't be enough impact force to push out the fluid inside the bullets if the bullets flew over a larger distance," Xiao Licheng responded to Kong Qingming, then continued, "Do you know how hard it is to make those bullets? What gave you the right to complain?"
"Alright, three-hundred meters is fine," Kong Qingming said helplessly, "It's not a long range, but not too short either."
The flower-head creatures grasped the scents of Kong Qingming and his people and followed behind their car. They weren't moving fast though. They had no eyes, but their swaying tongues were able to sense the scents from the air.
Thankfully, the car was much faster than those creatures. Soon, Wu Chengyue and his people moved out of the flower-head creatures' sensation range. After that, those creatures stopped moving and swagged their tongues from side to side to search for scents.
