Nothing in life is absolute.
Just like how you can't win the lottery even if you can foresee the future, as long as people are involved in something, there's a chance for deviation.
Looking at the gunpowder, Xiao Ming broke out in a cold sweat and remembered that he had met Jiang Yueli seven or eight years later in his past life; all his knowledge about the top assassin was based on that time.
He only remembered that Jiang Yueli liked to tease his targets with a blank cartridge but had no idea when this preference had developed.
Which meant, the fact that he hadn't died after five shots was purely damn luck!
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "Qingfeng, remind me often from now on, 'don't show off when it's unnecessary.'"
Jiang Nanxi blinked and suddenly burst into laughter.
"What?" Xiao Ming glared at her, "You're so happy seeing me make a fool of myself?"
