Blood, yet Bai Fu's legs didn't have a single drop on them, no blood, and no wounds, just a slightly dented black one-piece armor seen through the torn fabric of her pants.
Li Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
What armor could block the gunfire from the modified heavy pistol in his hand at such close proximity?
He didn't have time to ponder; this time, he aimed directly at Bai Fu's foot, which armor usually doesn't protect, but as soon as he pulled the trigger, Bai Fu reached out and grabbed the muzzle of the gun.
A bullet was fired, but the expected scene of her palm exploding and flesh flying didn't occur—Bai Fu's body didn't even shake.
"Are you sure something like this will work on me?"
The pleasant voice sounded, but to Li Cheng, it was like the whispers of a demon.
He was unsettled.
It was bad enough that Bai Fu's thigh could block his gunshot, but why could her hands too, when all she wore was a pair of the most common black gloves!
