Bang!
A bullet shot out from the Red River pistol in Christina's hand and hit the area in front of the coffee table. This was originally where Shang Jianyao was fidgeting and scratching himself.
But at this moment, Shang Jianyao had already jumped up and pounced to the side. He had also shrunk his body from the pain. Furthermore, Christina was blind and could only fire based on her perception of human consciousness. There was a certain degree of inaccuracy, so there was no doubt that she didn't hit him.
In midair, Shang Jianyao stretched out his hands. He resisted the pain in his left arm and reached into the tactical backpack that he was hugging in front of himself.