Ceramic is hard, so is glass. When the bullet shattered the ceramic pot and then broke the crystal cup, and finally hit Gao Guang's bulletproof vest, the direction of the bullethead still underwent a slight change.
It was this slight change that saved Gao Guang's life.
If the bullet had fired straight, it would have penetrated the bulletproof vest on Gao Guang's body, but since the direction changed, it was like an armor-piercing bullet meeting sloped armor, allowing the vest to just barely stop the bullet.
This is what they call luck.
Those who dance on the edge of the knife year after year, living on the blood licked from the blade's edge, unable to control their own lives, such people often believe in superstitions.
Gao Guang prided himself on being a staunch materialist, yet he had long believed in luck, and now, he truly began to believe in what was called fate.