The bullet grazed Nan Rui's nose with a "whoosh" and pierced through the main stage, sending wood chips beneath the red cloth flying into the air.
Immediately, the entire venue fell silent.
Nan Rui was already frightened out of his wits.
Feeling the burning pain on his nose tip, he couldn't help but wet his trousers front and back once again, the unpleasant stench clearly smelled by everyone present.
With a "thud," Nan Rui's legs weakened, and he collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
"General Celestial Strategy, please stop!"
"I apologize for my son's inappropriate words and deeds!"
Beside him, Nan Zhan shouted solemnly, stepping in front of Nan Rui, and made a gesture of clasping his fists toward the sky, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
Damn it, if that bullet had deviated by even one centimeter, the resurgence of the Nan Family—the hope, Nan Rui, would have been reporting to the Underworld by now!
Ye Tiance snorted angrily and withdrew his gun.
