The restaurant manager almost burst into tears upon seeing there were over a dozen guns outside. If all these guns fired simultaneously, his restaurant would undoubtedly turn into a pile of ruins.
"Call 911 right now!" The restaurant manager shouted at a waiter beside him.
The waiter, trembling, picked up the phone and confusedly asked, "What's the number for 911?"
The restaurant manager cursed, "How would I know? Call 114 and ask!"
At this moment, Ma Jun, Roy, and the others were also pale with fear, even Ouyang Feiting, who had always remained calm, was somewhat scared. They had never imagined the situation would escalate to this point, and now it seemed completely out of control.
The only one with a bit of confidence was Beiming Xue, who had seen Wang Yan dodge a handgun before, but that was just one handgun, and now there were over a dozen hunting rifles. She wasn't sure if Wang Yan could dodge them.
Just then, Wang Yan, with an icy expression on his face, lifted his leg and walked toward the door.
"Don't go, Brother Wang Yan."
"It's dangerous, Brother Wang Yan."
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting charged to Wang Yan's front simultaneously, blocking his path.
Seeing the concern in their eyes, Wang Yan smiled, patted their shoulders, and said, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Having said that, Wang Yan parted them and headed toward the door.
Ma Jun, although his face was white, stood up abruptly from his chair as he saw Wang Yan heading out and rushed to his side, saying, "Boss, I'm coming with you."
Roy, who was curled up in a chair in fear, glanced at Ma Jun upon hearing his words, and a bright gleam flashed in her eyes. Ma Jun's image suddenly grew larger in her mind, and she felt much less afraid.
Looking into Ma Jun's determined eyes, Wang Yan chuckled, "Alright, when you truly break through the limits, I'll let you follow me, but for now, just stay here and watch how to deal with the enemies."
With that, Wang Yan turned and walked out of the restaurant, standing before Li Gang's group of over thirty men, facing the dozens of dark gun barrels. A cold smile crept up on Wang Yan's lips.
Li Gang was somewhat surprised to see Wang Yan daring to step out of the restaurant. His heart couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy, but when he saw Wang Yan still displaying an indifferent attitude, a surge of wicked fire rose within him.
Li Gang said to those around him, "Shoot him, aim for his legs, don't kill him. I want him alive so I can deal with him slowly."
After saying this, Li Gang glanced at Wang Yan and said mockingly, "Kid, you still act tough now, I want to see how long you can keep up your arrogance."
Wang Yan sneered, "Then let me show you what true arrogance is."
At that moment, gunfire erupted around Li Gang, accompanied by the sound of several gunshots as more than a dozen hunting rifles simultaneously pulled their triggers.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
Then came the sound of wind tearing as black shadows shot towards Wang Yan.
The restaurant's windows behind Wang Yan shattered instantly, leaving glass debris scattered across the floor with a crash.
The doorframe crumbled, the door toppled and fell to the ground.
The sound of gunfire made everyone inside the restaurant shrink under the tables. The waiter finally got through to make the call, screaming into the phone, "Police, come quickly, there's a murder happening—"
Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, Ma Jun, and Roy jumped up in fright and looked outside.
The four ignored the danger outside and rushed to the window. They wanted to see what happened to Wang Yan.
The smoke from the barrels of the hunting rifles cleared, and Li Gang and the others looked smugly at where Wang Yan had stood.
But as they saw through the dissipating smoke and witnessed the scene before them, they were dumbfounded, for all they saw on the ground were fragments of glass and a broken door, no trace of Wang Yan.
"Did he get shot away?"
"How could that be, he's not inflatable."
Just as Li Gang and the others were confused, arguing among themselves, a cold voice suddenly sounded from their side, "Are you looking for me?"
Li Gang and his men quickly turned to see a man standing on the left side of the thirty plus thugs.
The young man's face was smooth and pale, carrying an icy sharpness, his eyes brimming with an unsettling chill.
Seeing the person who appeared, Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, Ma Jun, and Roy all screamed with joy and surprise.
Li Gang and his men were startled because they hadn't seen Wang Yan arrive beside them. From the gunfire to now, it had only been a few seconds; could Wang Yan's speed be faster than a bullet?
The thug standing closest to Wang Yan initially shivered in fear and took a half-step back, but then quickly raised his hunting rifle, pointed it at Wang Yan's forehead, and fiercely pulled the trigger.
At such a short distance, this shot would surely blow Wang Yan's brain apart.
Even if Wang Yan was fast, he couldn't possibly dodge this.
Seeing this, Li Gang exhaled in relief.
Though he knew killing Wang Yan in front of everyone would bring heaps of trouble, Wang Yan was now too terrifying in his heart; he had to kill Wang Yan first, regardless of the consequences.
Li Gang's eyes were filled with anticipation, eager to witness the scene of Wang Yan's brain bursting.
However, just as the thug's finger pulled the trigger, Wang Yan's right hand lifted, grabbing the hunting rifle's barrel and squeezing it until it crumpled.
The rifle's barrel was made of sturdy steel; even a sledgehammer wouldn't easily dent it, yet Wang Yan crushed it with one hand.
The thug froze, but his finger still instinctively pulled the trigger, resulting in a loud "bang."
The rifle exploded, billowing black smoke.
The thug holding the rifle cried out painfully, raising his hands in agony.
Looking again at the thug's hands, they were stained red with blood, and three fingers from his right hand were gone, each hand having a gaping wound with blood flowing freely, turning what once were intact hands into mangled flesh.
With the thug's wailing, Wang Yan stepped out of the billowing smoke.
Wang Yan's face retained its icy sharpness, his eyes still filled with a chilling coldness.
At this moment, Li Gang and the thirty-plus thugs, as if seeing devils from Hell, were utterly terrified. Google seaʀᴄh NoᴠᴇFɪre.nᴇt
As Wang Yan approached them, everyone's legs went weak, and their crotches instantly soaked, foul yellow liquid dripped down their quivering legs, pooling at their feet.
(The third installment is here, continuing to write!)