"Ah, Ning Qing!" Xia Xiaofu could see everything clearly from her angle. She stood up from a rattan chair and screamed, "There are real bullets inside!"
Ning Qing felt as if her feet were made of lead. Her black and white eyes were so focused on the rapidly approaching bullet that she forgot to respond.
The entire crew was shocked. These guns were fake. The sounds of gunshots were added and edited in post-production. No one had expected that there would be a real gun.
The bullet was flying at a speed of 856 meters per second.
Ning Qing was 10 meters away. It would only take a split second before the bullet hit her.
Time slowed as the studio became so quiet; a pin drop could be heard.
Hence, Xia Xiaofu saw that in that entire room, only a single man as moving. The figure in army green jumped directly onto the round table in front with a stretch of his long legs as he leapt forward.
