The scavenger let out a startled cry. His finger twitched, and the bolt caught on the string shot straight at Sun Hang.
Sun Hang reached out and plucked the flying bolt from midair—it was really just a sharpened disposable chopstick, its tip wrapped in tin cut from a soda can, with two feathers from a badminton shuttlecock taped to the rear.
Though this homemade bolt could not compare to a proper arrow in terms of lethality, it was still enough to kill if it struck a vital spot like the throat—especially since the homemade hand crossbow in the scavenger's hand used several heavy rubber bands as its string. At this distance, the bolt had enough force to pierce a one-centimeter-thick solid wood board... undeniably a prohibited weapon.
"I... I didn't mean to!" Seeing the bolt fly out and get caught directly in Sun Hang's hand, the scavenger instantly panicked. "I... my hand really slipped just now! I didn't want to kill you! Really! Really!"
He hesitated for a moment, then threw away the hand crossbow and dropped to his knees, trembling all over.
"You just made a death threat against me, so this probably can't count as manslaughter through negligence... It ought to be attempted murder, at the very least, right?" Sun Hang mused. "According to Tianfu City law, attempted murder doesn't carry the death penalty, but three to ten years should be no problem... Oh, right. Do you know what the maximum sentence for attempted murder is?"
"I... I don't know..." The other person's voice was nearly breaking into tears.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I'm an Anomaly Hunter, not an ordinary civilian, so I can also consider you a member of a Cult Organization or the rebel army. In that case, an ordinary court probably won't be the one