C65 A Crisis Came

A bullet whizzed past Xiaoshan's cheek, missing her flawless face by just a fraction of an inch. Had it been any closer, a high-caliber sniper round would have disfigured her. The bullet continued its path, shattering the windshield of the sports car behind her, despite its bulletproof-grade tempered glass.

Shasha's face turned pale, utterly shocked by the close call. Xiaoshan