C155 Chang Yan

As night fell, Sunn Sheng made his way to Jia Zihao's room, his face etched with worry. He couldn't fathom why his shot, aimed at Ye Yu's heart during the day, had veered off at the last moment, striking Ye Yu's shoulder instead.

Could there have been magnetic interference in the room that pulled the bullet off course? But that seemed impossible. At such close range