Kids Shouldn't Play with Guns

Jiang Yan Hai's words seemed to activate something.

"Click, click." Crisp bolt-racking sounds rang out as ten Black security guards immediately emerged from the surrounding area, each holding an AK aimed at their vehicles. However, no one got out of the cars.

"Is anyone there?! I'm here to rescue you," Jiang Yan Hai called out without changing expression.

"You?! Rescue us?!" The distant gate was pulled open, and a handsome man in his twenties strode over. He wore a full set of camouflage combat gear, his hair styled in a cool fashion, and held an assault rifle in his hand.

Eight or nine security guards followed behind him, all carrying AK47s.

When he reached Jiang Yan Hai, he lifted a communicator on his chest and looked at him with mockery. "I've got eighteen AKs and thirty Type 79 Grenades here. That's enough to arm a reinforced platoon, isn't it?"

As he spoke, the surrounding loudspeakers blared to life. His communicator was evidently linked directly to them.

After saying that, he swiftly pulled a pistol from beside his thigh and pressed it against Jiang Yan Hai's head. "Now there's an M1911 against your head. How the fuck are you going to rescue us?"

The two stood face-to-face, neither willing to give way. Then Jiang Yan Hai suddenly smiled. At that instant, his right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the slide of the gun pressed to his head while slipping a finger directly into the trigger guard.

Almost at the same time, his other hand somehow produced a pistol and pressed it against the man's crotch.

The young man froze instantly, not daring to move at all as cold sweat broke out across his forehead.

With a clatter, the people behind him, along with the Black guards around them, instantly aimed