The bullet buried itself in Fu Tailan's forehead.
From the moment Brianna laid eyes on Fu Tailan to the moment she pulled the trigger, no more than thirty seconds had passed.
He was the so-called "Genius Hunter" of their world. With a reputation like that, how could she afford to give him even a single chance to show what he was made of?
What he wanted, how he'd gotten in, what he knew — none of it mattered.
Dead men don't cause problems.
Brianna walked forward step by step, moving with each shot, and emptied every last round from the magazine.
Each heavy blast tore through the invisible rope that had been holding Fu Tailan upright, sending his limbs and head spinning in every direction — like a sheet of paper being ripped apart by waves — until he hit the floor with a dull, heavy thud.
For one brief moment after he went down, the air hung thick with layers of vivid, blazing red.
