The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556: 495 Finally have an idea about Ying Zijin’s Combat Power [2 more updates]

The girl’s speed in drawing the bow and shooting arrows was too fast, the people around her hardly had time to react.

Betty Bevin still looked disdainful and did not budge.

The Bevin family owned a ranch, a shooting range, and many other places for physical training. She had practiced archery from a young age, but at most, she could fire three arrows at once.

This person from Hua Country really overestimated herself, actually using all seven arrows in the quiver.

Does she have the strength for that?

But in a flash, Betty’s expression changed from the initial scorn to shock.

She suddenly realized something was wrong.

The seven arrows were flying at different speeds!

Having practiced archery, she knew how difficult it was to control speed and force.

When she purposefully injured Xie Manyu, she had also cleverly controlled the force.

Otherwise, that one arrow could have killed Xie Manyu. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

Betty’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and by the time she turned to dodge, it was already too late.

"Whoosh!"

Four of the arrows tore through the air and pierced through her left and right wrists and both ankles.

The powerful impact forced her back so suddenly that she didn’t even have time to brace herself.

With a "boom," she was pinned directly against the prop wall behind her.

At that moment, the other three arrows caught up.

The first hit the abdomen.

The second pierced the lungs.

The third deviated by an inch from the heart, exactly mirroring the position where Xie Manyu was injured.

Extreme pain overwhelmed her, and as Betty opened her mouth, a mouthful of blood sprayed out uncontrollably.

She passed out instantly.

"..."

The entire film set fell silent.

The director’s legs went soft, and he collapsed onto the ground with a "plop."

The producer also stared at the girl, no longer finding his burger appetizing.

Ying Zijin tossed the bow and arrows to her female secretary, her breathing not the least bit disordered, and slipped a hand casually into her pocket, her demeanor calm, "Get a stretcher, take her down. It’s bad luck to spill blood on a filming site."