The two skateboarders quickly arrived in front of Old Man Geng and Zhang Heng.
Sure enough, their target was Old Man Geng. The one with the gun raised it and pointed it at him in warning. "Don't move. Come with us quietly."
A chill shot up Old Man Geng's spine from the soles of his feet. He raised his hands reflexively, but before he could say anything, a gunshot rang out.
For a moment, Old Man Geng thought he had been shot. But in the next instant, the skateboarder who had been pointing the gun at him toppled headfirst to the ground, disbelief still written across his face.
Zhang Heng did not hesitate either. Using the pistol he had just assembled from LEGO bricks, he took out the other skateboarder as well.
Old Man Geng was still reeling in shock. "Th-These are people Mr. G sent?"
"Did you leave anything unsaid when you talked to him? Did you deceive him about anything?" Zhang Heng asked.
"No. We finished talking. I told him the truth. There wasn't a single lie."
"Then they probably aren't his people. Otherwise, if he had simply sent someone to invite you back, wouldn't you have gone obediently?"
"Yeah." Old Man Geng nodded repeatedly. Only after a moment did he realize something. "Wait, where did that gun come from?"
"Trade secret. No comment." As Zhang Heng spoke, he bent down and picked up the gun on the ground as well.
At the sight of the two pools of blood, Old Man Geng's heart rate began climbing uncontrollably again. Seeing that Zhang Heng was still standing there after collecting the weapons, he urged, "At a time like this, shouldn't we be running?"
But Zhang Heng shook his head. "We can't run. You don't think those motorcycles in front