Laifu came up behind Wang Yi and jabbed him in the back with the muzzle of his shotgun.
The jab made Wang Yi's back ache.
Laifu cursed. "You'd better behave, or I'll blow your back wide open."
Holding the shotgun in his right hand, he reached into Wang Yi's coat pocket with his left.
He searched two pockets but found nothing.
Apparently finding it awkward to search with his left hand, he switched the shotgun to his left hand.
Then he felt around in the pocket on Wang Yi's right.
Just then, Wang Yi saw in the reflection of a row of sunglasses hanging on the wall that the gunman was staring intently at the cashier. He barked, "Move your ass, hurry up!"
Seeing his chance, Wang Yi moved in a flash.
His left hand shot out and grabbed the shotgun.
At the same time, he bent his right arm.
He twisted his upper body sharply around.
Using the force of the turn, he drove his right elbow hard into Laifu's throat.
Thud!
The tremendous force sent Laifu crashing backward to the floor.
At the same time, the shotgun slipped from his hands, and Wang Yi seized it.
Laifu clutched his throat with both hands, making a choking, rasping sound.
He looked as if he were suffocating.
The gunman suddenly spun around and hurriedly aimed his pistol at Wang Yi.
But Wang Yi already had the shotgun in his hands trained on him.
Wang Yi had never used a shotgun before.
In the years he'd been in the United States, the only gun he'd ever handled was a pistol he'd bought for self-defense.
That pistol was still in his car.
In the heat of the moment, he didn't even have time to realize the shotgun wasn't loaded, let alone figure