"BOOM!"
A cannonball as thick as a thigh shot out from between Nightingale's legs, crashing straight into the forehead of the Golden Dragon.
The violent explosion and flames swept through the entire room, reducing the meticulously arranged furniture and decor to ashes.
"ROAR!"
Amid the dissipating smoke, the Golden Dragon, its head split like a spider web, roared as it charged toward Vampire Sister once more.
"Not dead yet?"
Nightingale opened her mouth, revealing the barrel of a large-caliber gun.
She pressed against her slightly protruding Adam's apple, and a pointed, long, and thick bullet shot out, hitting the injured head of the Golden Dragon again.
"CRACK!"
After a sound resembling shattered glass, the Five-Clawed Dragon Strike reluctantly disintegrated into fragments of Buddha's light.
"Whoever messes with me thinks I'm a goddamn pushover, huh?"
Nightingale swallowed the gun barrel back down and declared domineeringly.
