The piercing sound of gunfire erupted.
Without even having time to react, God City was blasted backward by the impact of the short-barreled shotgun, leaning against the wall, blood flying.
A layer of deathly ash gray swiftly appeared on his face.
——This time, it was cursed poison!
In Liu DongLi's hand, the shotgun completed its mission and shattered bit by bit.
Before his escape, he had seized this numbered curse bullet from the reserves of the Astronomy Association Technical Department, an artificial relic capable of inflicting lethal damage to the Ruler, a curse that spells death upon contact in Current Circumstances.
No matter how many backup clones or Doppelgänger illusions there are, God City Future is destined to face death.
It's just, unfortunately...
"You've already used this trick before, Liu DongLi."
In the silence, God City sighed softly, seemingly regretful.
Right under the shattered shirt was a body covered in stitching marks.
