Clang—
The ejected cartridge clattered to the ground, and the disguised Qiu Ran reached into his waist pocket, failing to produce a new bullet.
"Olosp Loz's innl, oaz vnl iop. (It seems you've chosen the wrong target, Luo Zhi·Hidden Juror.)"
It turned its head, its peripheral vision scanning the seating around it. Figures of Mingji survivors slowly emerged from the overturned seats, though their faces bore no sign of previous arguments or noise, but rather warm, sunny smiles.
One of the disguised girls from the Outer World giggled mockingly, speaking in a language only they understood:
"The Speaker chose the wrong person, allowing you to awaken. Can't you even catch an ordinary carbon-based lifeform?"
Disguised as Qiu Ran, Luo Zhi·Hidden shouldered his rifle and turned to face the girl posing as Gina, with flames continuing to spread wildly behind him.
"Speak in the native tongue."
'Qiu Ran' cracked a sweet smile:
