"What do you mean by this?" Wang Ye's tone remained calm.
As if the gun behind him was nothing more than a toy to him.
And indeed, it was so. The power of the handgun was only 300 joules.
The head it was aimed at was the hardest part of his body.
One could say that the power of the handgun couldn't even break his skin.
He naturally wouldn't fear such a threat.
Moreover, even if the gun in question had the power to threaten him, he wouldn't fear an ordinary person whose reaction speed was less than a tenth of his own.
"Within seven steps the fist is fast, beyond seven steps the gun is fast," this phrase applied perfectly to Wang Ye, and it wasn't a problem to even extend the steps to a hundred. His running speed alone was faster than some bullets, and in normal circumstances, not to mention the bullet, the shooter couldn't even see his shadow, let alone aim and shoot.
Wang Ye was confident that he could dodge at the moment Ning Junyi fired and deliver a fatal strike.
