Type 4 Puppet!

Duanmu Sheng did not hesitate and bent over to pick up the recovering Anya.

All of a sudden, she screamed out, "Watch out!!"

His heart turning cold, Duanmu Sheng swiveled around to look, however, he discovered nothing. A strong sense of foreboding immediately loomed over.

Anya smiled savagely, her sharp nails immediately extending and piercing Duanmu Sheng’s body into two. His body, which could even defend against heavy caliber bullets, was ripped apart, with blood and organs splattering everywhere.

"WHY!!!" Duanmu Sheng roared in anguish, his arms had been shredded apart.

With such a sneak attack at a close distance, Duanmu Sheng had absolutely no way of defending himself.

Yue Zhong, whose abdomen had been split apart, stood right up, his electromagnetic gun pointing at Duanmu Sheng’s chest as he pressed the trigger, "Let me tell you, it’s because she is my puppet, and you will be my next Type 4 puppet as well!"