"Here, take it, see if you can shoot me."
Mu Rufeng said, tossing the gun over, Wang Xin hastily tried to catch it.
Unfortunately, with poor motor skills, he didn't catch it—it fell to the ground.
Wang Xin immediately picked up the gun and, without a word, emptied the magazine at Mu Rufeng.
Wang Luo, fearing he might be hit, quickly entered the interrogation room to avoid getting injured.
Mu Rufeng saw the incoming bullets, his hands turning into a blur, catching all the bullets.
Well, to be honest, Wang Xin's marksmanship was terrible; out of more than twenty bullets, not a single one hit Mu Rufeng.
Precisely because of this, Mu Rufeng managed to catch the bullets that went astray.
"Clatter～～!"
Mu Rufeng spread his hands, bullets scattered all over the ground with a crisp sound.
