Turns out some son of a bitch took a shot at him while he was chatting.
And this bullet hole, this precise location.
Fucking hell, Wangshan, this dog.
This is already the third time.
Li Pan lay powerless on the rooftop, looking up at the mushroom cloud covering the sky, with red alerts flickering before his eyes about the QVN network being restricted, nuclear radiation off the charts, and anomaly values exceeding standards.
Well, it's clear now, the Security Bureau has started to make their move.
After all, this was the third sniping attempt, and still, the shot didn't kill him.
But that Dragon Blood really tasted goddamn awful, swallowing it nearly cost him half his life, although for a moment, he got carried away with the "Power of the Dragon," went into a frenzy, and went to spar with agent 007 to practice some punches and kicks.
