Li Mingmo exploded, "You can insult me, but you can't insult my marksmanship. This is a matter of dignity, it's the honor of a sharpshooter."
Ji Hanyu: "..."
"Don't you know how accurate my shooting is? I personally aimed and fired at Number Three's left chest," Li Mingmo said. "That Number Three, I disabled his hand and shot him, plus that massive explosion, how could he possibly still be alive?"
"What if... his heart isn't in the usual place?"
As soon as Ji Hanyu spoke, Li Mingmo was completely taken aback.
If that were the case, then...
Li Mingmo still found it unbelievable, "How many 'what ifs' are there anyway? People's hearts are on the left side, and not even one in a million has their heart on the right. It couldn't be such a coincidence that we met that one in a million."
As Li Mingmo spoke, his tone grew weaker and weaker, clearly becoming more uncertain.
Ji Hanyu: "Nothing is impossible. In that base, there's nothing that can't happen, right?"
Li Mingmo: "..."
