Prisoner

"You guys actually developed such a gun?" Ming Kun asked angrily as he dodged.

Yu Su said slowly, "Is there a problem? Master Ming, you have to hold on for a little longer. Otherwise, I won't even be able to enjoy the show."

Ming Kun tried his best to dodge the bullets. He was in a sorry state.

In the past, he had never heard of these two weapons. These weapons were simply made to target metaphysical masters.

Even a perfected metaphysical master like him would have his magic power exhausted by such bullets. It was too heaven-defying!

Ming Kun asked indignantly, "When was this thing developed?"

Why didn't he receive any news?

From the looks of it, these weapons were probably related to the Metaphysics Management Office.

He had planted so many spies in the Metaphysics Management Office, but he did not receive any news. This made Ming Kun extremely angry. He wished he could kill those spies immediately.