Chapter 941 - Wishing to Give Herself to Him (29)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"Don't come closer!"
The gentleman thought that brandishing a gun would scare them, and even started laughing complacently.
However, Song Shijun sneered. In a disdainful tone, he said, "VK2? My goodness, that's a gun that's been in production for a few years already. Come on man, how can you even have the shame to show off this trashy gun?"
The gentleman was stunned. He looked at the gun in his hands.
W-What VK2? How did he know what this gun was? He'd bought it heedlessly! Isn't it awesome enough that he had a gun?
"I'm warning you! Shut the f*** up! Don't say a word and don't come near me! Or else… I'll kill pretty lady in one shot!"
F***!
The girl was too pretty. He really wanted to kidnap her, for she could fetch him a pretty price, and thus he had brought this gang of people to block them.
However, their gang was entirely annihilated by a single man.
Who were these people?
They were f***ing monsters!
Luckily, he had the smarts to bring a gun here. Now that they were faced with a gun, he didn't believe that they'd…
Song Shijun didn't take his threat to heart at all. He snickered, "Look at how your hands are trembling! Those who don't know better will think that you have Parkinson's!"
The gentleman swore abundantly. "Shut up! Shut up, you hear? Don't think that I won't do it!"
The guys may not be afraid of death, but weren't they scared of him harming the girls?
The gentleman didn't think they weren't so. Provoked, he fired his gun towards Mo Xiaomeng.
"BANG! BANG!"
He fired two consecutive rounds.
Mo Xiaomeng shrieked and ducked in fear.
However, the windshield in front of the car didn't suffer any damage at all.
The gentleman was shocked. What was happening?
Could he have bought a fake gun?
However, there was obviously recoil when he fired the gun!
"Sijue!" Song Shijun shouted. He flicked a piece of stone with the toe of his shoe and kicked it out.
The stone hit the gentleman's hand squarely. His hand went numb from the pain and the gun fell from his hand.
Ye Sijue strode up to the man when he heard the shout. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before the gentleman like a ghost and grabbed his collar.
It was only then that the gentleman understood the strength disparity and was scared witless, peeing his pants. "I'm in the wrong, I'm in the wrong! Masters, I failed to recognize your greatness. Please spare me!"
Ye Sijue pressed his fingers against his neck, his gaze so cold as though they held ten thousands of years of frost.
The gentleman's heart shivered. He had the feeling that he was about to be killed. He was consumed by fear and cold sweat broke out on his entire body.
"Don't kill me… cough, cough, cough. Don't kill me… I really didn't know I was wrong…
Because of their height difference, the gentleman was lifted off the ground. However, he was still being suffocated, his entire face was red and he looked like he was about to be choked.
Just then, police sirens rang out.
The gentleman was elated and thought he was going to be saved.
"Cough, cough, cough, let go of me! Murder is a crime!"
Ye Sijue was not going to kill him, of course. Mo Xiaomeng and the two other girls were watching, and he didn't want to let them see anything horrible.
He threw the gentleman onto the ground. In the next second, he kicked the gentleman more than a meter away in a single motion.
