At this very moment, Alina was seated in a car, heading towards Linjing Middle School.
In her hand, she tightly clutched a black object resembling an iron box, which had been given to her by Gu Cheng.
It was said to be made of refined steel.
Inside were one hundred specially made steel needles.
The Torrential Pear Blossom Needles from martial arts novels were not baseless.
For the Gu family, possessing five hundred years of tradition in crafting mechanisms, it was quite ordinary for a craftsman to make such hidden weapons.
The lethal range was within one hundred meters.
It was named Stinger Needles.
There was a switch, similar to the trigger of a shotgun.
But it required the user to have superb shooting skills.
Otherwise, it was utterly useless.
However, for Alina, it was like adding wings to a tiger.
She gripped the Stinger Needles in her hand, her heart tumultuous.