Two men quietly closed in from Chen Mo's left and right behind him, carefully raising their guns and aiming at his back.
Of course, within his Spiritual Sense, their movements—and even the slightly twisted expressions on their faces—were revealed with perfect clarity. No one could approach a cultivator from behind, much less succeed in a sneak attack!
Unless the cultivator had failed to notice, or the attacker was stronger than the one being attacked.
But that was obviously not the case here, so to Chen Mo, the two of them looked like a pair of idiots.
Chen Mo had only just arrived in this forest, and because he had done something yesterday that put him in a good mood, he gave the two Sneak Attackers behind him some time. Letting them think they were about to succeed before turning around and killing them—wasn't that satisfying?
That was the sort of twisted amusement he was in the mood for.
Once the two men had taken up their positions, they exchanged hand signals. Their index fingers settled on the triggers; one of them even dabbed a little saliva on his finger to make sure it would not slip. Just as they were both about to pull the triggers, Chen Mo, whom they had been aiming at, suddenly turned around.
Not only did Chen Mo turn around swiftly, but the two men also saw that he had a gun in his hand, its muzzle aimed directly at one of them.
The two men were instantly shocked. They had not expected their target to have known about their sneak attack all along. They stopped hesitating and immediately tried to pull their triggers! In this situation, whoever moved faster would survive.
What these two fellows did not know was that competing in speed with a