Mu Jinyu inwardly cursed his bad luck.
In such a narrow washroom, and without anything on hand, he was completely unable to utilize his martial arts. Facing the old nun's pistol, he truly had no choice but to obediently comply.
He just hoped that the old nun wouldn't go crazy and start shooting randomly.
After all, martial arts grandmasters who had died under stray bullets were not unheard of; he certainly didn't believe his body could withstand bullets.
Mu Jinyu was just about to honestly reveal the secret formula of the Beauty Pill to the old nun.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out.
Mu Jinyu immediately groaned internally.
What the heck, does this old nun have a screw loose? He had obediently raised his hands already and was prepared to tell her the Beauty Pill formula, and she still fires her gun?!
While Mu Jinyu's thoughts were in turmoil.
"Mmnh!"
A grunt of pain echoed.
"Huh?!"
Mu Jinyu also sensed that something was off—he felt no pain whatsoever.