However, the origin bullet was as slow as it was weak, and Qianye couldn’t even be bothered to move away or dodge. Ji Rui blocked hurriedly with an awkward expression, slapping the projectile onto the floor. He didn’t have Qianye’s steel-like constitution, so blocking the bullet bare-handed left his white palm with some broken skin and blood.

With an ashen expression, Ji Rui roared, “Fool!”

A woman ran out from the courtyard. She was clad in Chinese-style clothing, and the traces of age on her countenance could hardly hide her beautiful features. Even her angry expression contained a different kind of allure that made one want to pounce on her. She was rather tall, with a narrow waist and plump hip that only added to her attraction as she ran—a walking rarity through and through.

She rushed out of the courtyard and said through clenched teeth, “Lord, that man killed our son, you have to avenge him for me!”

Ji Rui frowned unhappily. “It’s all a misunderstanding. You go back first and we’ll talk about this after I send the guest off.”

“No, I must kill...