The Thing I Hate Most Is People Pointing Guns at Me

The laughter in the tavern came to an abrupt halt, followed by several seconds of eerie silence.

Everyone, including the bald brute, seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world. They froze for a moment, then erupted into even more unrestrained laughter!

"Shut up? You think you can make us?!"

"Kid, you're fucking asking for death!"

"I'll tear your mouth apart first!"

The bald brute was thoroughly enraged. The flesh on his face quivered, and a vicious gleam filled his eyes as he roared, "I'll make sure you never open that mouth again!"

Before his words had even faded, the machete in his hand sliced down toward Xiao Yin's head with a howling gust of wind!

The strike was swift and vicious. Clearly, the bald brute had plenty of blood on his hands and was no amateur.

Yet in the face of that powerful blow, Xiao Yin did not even shift his feet.

He merely lifted his eyelids slightly and let out an almost inaudible snort.

"Hmph."

With that faint snort, an invisible, formless and terrifying pressure erupted from Xiao Yin, sweeping through the entire tavern!

"Ugh—ah!"

The bald brute, who bore the brunt of it, had the savage grin and ferocity on his face freeze instantly before being replaced by boundless terror!

He felt as though an invisible hand had seized his soul tightly and hurled it into a bottomless abyss of ice!

His consciousness froze and tore apart in an instant!

The machete slipped from his hand and clattered to the ground.

His eyes rolled back, veins bulged across his face, and a brief, shrill cry escaped his throat. Then his entire body crumpled limply to the floor as though all his bones had been pulled out, never making another sound.

Then, as though reaped