A machine gun weighing a hundred-odd pounds was still something she could lift.
Long Bixian saw this and wore a bitter smile. You two young people—weren't you forcing an old man like him to make a choice?
But... did he even have a choice now?
He looked at Irene in the distance, then at the two people behind him, who had already prepared to die. Long Bixian sighed helplessly. Though he knew his resistance was futile,
he still pulled the pistol from his waist and aimed it at the approaching figure.
"Looks like... this old man won't get to choose a peaceful way to die."
Long Bixian watched Irene draw closer, a self-mocking smile on his lips. The gun in his hand didn't waver at all.
"Old Man Dragon, is this how you... welcome your friends?"
Irene's voice carried over. In that instant, everyone watching the livestream saw the woman who bore an eight- or nine-tenths resemblance to Fang Yuxuan. She didn't have
a scratch on her, and in the palm of her left hand lay a 20 mm bullet.
Only a fool wouldn't realize that the Insect Queen had caught it with ease.
"Clink~"
Irene tossed the bullet onto the ground. There was no sign of anger on her face. After all, that bullet might have been lethal to other people, but to a creature of
her caliber, even being hit by one was little different from a mosquito bite.
So, to everyone's surprise, Irene wasn't angry.
"All right, Little Luo, you don't need to look so 'ready to die for a noble cause.' I wasn't planning to do anything to you. And Natalia, you can put that gun down.
It must be tiring to hold it up~"
The three people, who had been preparing to meet their noble