Feng Jun had already reached the Emergence from Dust Stage, so he naturally needed little sleep. Though he could enter deep sleep, no matter how deeply he slept, a thread of Divine Sense always remained extended outward, able to connect with the depths of his sea of consciousness.
Five youths rode three motorcycles, making quite a racket. Feng Jun woke when they were still three hundred meters from his tent.
He swept his Divine Sense outward and sensed their situation, immediately realizing that words would not work.
He did not want to show himself either, so he lifted the tent flap slightly and extended one hand, holding a shotgun. "Get lost!"
"Oh, you have a gun?" One youth riding alone on a motorcycle slammed on the brakes, swinging the rear of the bike around as he stopped. He pulled out a handgun, chambered a round, and whistled. "Hey, buddy, it's not like you're the only one with one of these."
Feng Jun pulled the trigger one-handed. With a thunderous bang, a clump of dirt exploded from the ground.
He extended his other hand, chambered another round, and pointed the barrel at them. "Get lost. The next shot won't be a warning."
Seeing that he still had not shown himself and that his Yingda carried a heavy accent, another youth shouted, "Hey, man, do you have a gun license?"
Feng Jun finally showed his face. It was the face of a Black Continent man, covered in scars and looking every bit like a typical villain. "Right, I should be checking your gun licenses. Are you even old enough?"
The youths jumped in fright, spun their bikes around, and fled for their lives amid roaring engines.
After thinking it over, Feng Jun sighed again. "I can't stay in this damn place. The