The nanny behind Wang Yi saw John pull out a gun and let out a scream. She hurriedly covered her head and ducked to the side.
Wang Yi was startled too.
But his first reaction wasn't to retreat.
Back when he was younger, Wang Yi had pestered Uncle Yuan into giving him special training for situations like this.
Uncle Yuan had told him that if a thug attacked him with a knife, his best option was to back away.
But if the other person had a gun and was close enough, he shouldn't retreat. The farther he moved back, the more room the other person would have to shoot.
He should do the opposite and move forward.
Thanks to that training, when he saw the man pull out a gun, Wang Yi was startled, but he immediately closed in on him.
John clearly hadn't expected Wang Yi to advance instead of retreating. He was taken aback.
But he still cursed, "Die, Chinese bastard!"
And fired.
However, Wang Yi had already closed in and knocked the man's arm aside with his left shoulder, so the bullet missed.
When John tried to fire a second shot, Wang Yi's right knee slammed into his groin.
Acting in desperation, Wang Yi had put almost all his strength into the blow.
After all, the system had already enhanced Wang Yi's physical abilities to the limits of what his body could achieve.
The impact sent John flying backward.
Wang Yi didn't wait for him to hit the ground. He followed after him, taking several quick steps.
John let out a long scream. When he hit the ground, pain that struck straight to his soul erupted between his legs.
His back arched like a shrimp.
He screamed like a slaughtered pig.
His face turned deathly pale from