SWOOSH—!
The sniper bullet, searing through the air and pulsing with intense energy, arrived in the blink of an eye with a faint whistle.
Although Qin Fan had ten thousand ways to brush the bullet aside mid-trajectory, he chose not to. A cold smile suddenly appeared on his somber face.
Facing the incoming bullet, he swiftly extended two fingers to pinch it from the air.
BUZZ—!
The moment Qin Fan caught the bullet, it began to spin rapidly between his fingers. Its sharp tip whirred viciously like a top, yet for all its rotation, it couldn't advance a single inch.
This sudden, unbelievable sight stunned Ye Jizu and his entourage. Beside Qin Fan, Jiang Yino stood frozen as if struck by lightning, her eyes wide with terror.
"Boss Qin!" Seeing the sniper bullet spinning between Qin Fan's fingers, everyone, led by Ye Jizu, cried out in alarm.
Qin Fan didn't respond to their cries. Instead, he flicked his wrist.
SWOOSH—!
