How Tragic, You Trash

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

It exploded like a thunderclap.

As if it were a danger signal, everyone around screamed in panic and shoved each other as they fled the area.

A member of the Blood Feast trembled, gripping a gun tightly in his hand, the muzzle pointed directly at Bai Zuo.

Clearly, he accidentally pulled the trigger due to excessive tension after seeing the Bai Zuo.

The second-in-command, who had abandoned his men and fled alone, couldn't help but mutter a curse when he heard the gunshot behind him.

However, he had no mind to scold the subordinate who fired the shot; he had only one thought in his mind—to escape this place as quickly as possible!

The second-in-command ran as fast as he could, not daring to look back, for fear that the devil was right behind him.

The other subordinates were overjoyed when they saw their brother shoot and hit the man.

At such a short distance, there is absolutely no possibility of losing control.

But the person who fired the shot showed no sign of joy.

He was filled with astonishment and confusion because he saw that the bullet he fired did not hit the Bai Zuo as expected.

The bullet mysteriously hovered about ten centimeters in front of Bai Zuo.

The bullet was smoking and hissing. In the unseen world, invisible spider silk strands blocked Bai Zuo's path, firmly sticking the bullet to the web.

Even bullets that can easily penetrate steel cannot cause any damage to the seemingly delicate spider silk that breaks at the slightest touch.

The scene before him, which was beyond reason, completely subverted his imagination, and was unbelievable, had far exceeded his comprehension.

His mind went blank, and he seemed frozen in place, completely losing the ability to think and act.

Seeing this, Bai Zuo's lips curled up slightly, he chuckled, and with an elegant gesture, he gently flicked the bullet away.

With a crisp "clang," the bullet fell straight to the ground as if it had lost its support.

He then walked toward the One man who had fired the shot.

The man stood frozen like a statue, motionless, as the Bai Zuo approached step by step.

Bai Zuo slowly walked up to him, stopping only a fist's distance from the muzzle of the gun. His dark, deep eyes, devoid of any light, stared intently at him.

Bai Zuo reached out and easily grasped the gun in his hand. He moved the muzzle to his forehead, lowered his voice, and chuckled softly, "Come on, fire another shot."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man, as if bewitched by a demon, twitched his finger slightly and pulled the trigger expressionlessly.

"Bang!"

The bullet stopped abruptly just one centimeter from the forehead of the Bai Zuo." That mere centimeter seemed like an insurmountable chasm, impossible to touch the "Bai Zuo" in the slightest.

"Eh... ah..." The man looked at Bai Zuo in utter terror.

The bizarre and bizarre scene before him was so shocking that it completely shut down his already dull and rigid mind. In his extreme terror, he could only utter broken, hoarse sounds.

He didn't even realize when he let go.

The pistol fell into the hands of the Bai Zuo.

Bai Zuo twirled the gun, gripped the pistol in his hand, and then pointed it at the Blood Feast member in front of him.

"Goodbye."

Bang! A gunshot rang out, instantly piercing the man's forehead.

He clearly didn't possess those unpredictable, supernatural abilities to withstand bullets with his bare body.

Thus, the unconscious body could only fall backward and crash to the ground.

Blood splattered onto Bai Zuo's face, but he didn't care at all.

Instead, he gave a sickly smile and looked at the stunned Blood Feast members, "Next, it's your turn."

After a long period of stunned silence, the caravan captain finally came to his senses and collapsed to the ground, crying out, "Murder! Murder!"

He stumbled backward, crawling awkwardly away from the scene.

Those women who had been following Bai Zuo from afar and hadn't given up hope, when they saw Bai Zuo Bai Zuo forced to be shot, thought he was in trouble and were about to rush over to save him.

Perhaps, by taking a gamble and saving the Bai Zuo," I can finally turn my life around and start living a better life?

As a result, just as they rushed over, they saw the Bai Zuo seize someone's weapon and send them flying.

His decisive and ruthless demeanor made them stop in their tracks, hesitant to step forward.

A massive black chasm stretched between them, and at that moment, they clearly realized that they were completely different people.

This applies to both social status and perception.

The subordinates simply couldn't believe it. Was this man a monster? Could a human really do such a thing?

"Fire! Fire!"

They launched a frenzied attack on the "Bai Zuo."

The gunshots were deafening.

However, no matter how they attacked, all the bullets stopped just before they reached the One boy.

It was as if something was tightly protecting the boy, and no matter how they attacked, they could not harm him in the slightest.

They grew increasingly desperate.

They finally understood why their leader had abandoned them and fled without looking back; they had no way to defeat such a monster.

Amidst their horrified stares.

Without hesitation, the Bai Zuo raised their guns, the dark muzzles pointed at them.

Gunfire continued to erupt.

That handsome young man had now transformed into a grim reaper from hell.

With each shot fired, a precious life is ruthlessly taken away.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams filled the air.

This cruel scene, a vision of hell, unfolded before my eyes.

"Haha, how pathetic, you piece of trash, you're not even worth being recycled."

The Bai Zuo's expression was sinister, mixed with a hint of madness, as if he were already immersed in killing.

moment.

He stood in a pool of blood.

His entire body was covered in the enemy's blood.

There was no one alive around him.

The bodies of Blood Feast members lay all around.

He pulled the trigger again, but the gun made a clicking sound; it was empty.

With a flick of his Bai Zuo casually tossed it into the pool of blood.

He left the place without looking back.

The girls covered their mouths and supported each other, barely able to stand.

Their terrified eyes were filled with fear and tears.

They had lost the courage to follow.

That boy was not the young master from the large settlement they had imagined.

He was more like a cold-blooded killer.

They are not people they can afford to mess with.

Bai Zuo examined the traces left at the scene and quickly deduced the location where the second-in-command had escaped.

He stepped forward again, following the trail of marks.