Prison

Looking at the silver gun pointed at him, Fang Xingjian was slightly taken aback. How long had it been since he came into contact with guns, and how long had it been since someone last pointed a gun at him?

With a single thought and a slight raise of his finger, the gun was disintegrated at the molecular level, dissipating completely into the air.

At the sight of this, the blonde-haired lady's countenance changed. However, she did not panic. Instead, she took a long look at Fang Xingjian and said, "So that's it. An extraordinary human?" She threw a glance at Fang Xingjian's black robes and the bare body underneath before saying, "It seems like you aren't doing that well. Which country's fugitive are you? A terrorist? Or a mercenary?"