"Anyone who fires a shot gets five hundred yuan! Dead or alive!"
"Whoa!"
The whole place erupted at once.
Five hundred yuan wasn't a small amount. In the city, plenty of people couldn't earn that much in half a year.
Even if they did nothing else, five hundred yuan was enough to live on for two or three months.
But he still hadn't stopped those who were already having second thoughts. Some hesitated, but in the end, they slowly began to leave.
Only a little over two hundred people remained.
I counted them silently, and reluctantly accepted the number...
"Two hundred people... Not too many."
I murmured under my breath. Long Bixian, standing beside me and facing the other way, glanced back at me.
"Two hundred isn't too many? You sure have a lot of confidence now, girl. What, how many do you plan to kill before you're satisfied?"
Long Bixian seemed to have a lot of faith in me, though there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I looked back at him.
"I'm not showing off my strength. I'm just..."
As I spoke, I glanced around at everyone present.
"Killing two hundred people, at least, wouldn't make me feel guilty."
I didn't bother to hide my words. Everyone nearby heard me, and the atmosphere instantly grew tense once more.
"Anyone else want to leave? I don't want to kill that many people."
That was right. I didn't want to kill that many people. It made me sound like some goody-two-shoes, and I'd already had countless people's blood on my hands. But there was one thing... killing my own kind felt awful.
The man seemed to have finally reached his limit. Suddenly, he pulled the trigger.
Tuanzi released the frying pan at my side again. It spun slowly,