Anomalous Rough Stone

Hearing Xi Zai's blatant taunts, Ye Qianqian could not help shrinking back again. She looked at Chen Xu with a trace of hope in her eyes.

She was not some child who understood nothing. The man's lecherous grin and the undisguised intent in his words were all too obvious. She did not want to give her first time to someone like him.

If Chen Xu did not step in, she would be utterly unable to resist. Though she had achieved something in the Thieves' Gate martial arts and ordinary groups of two or three people could not get close to her, firearms still left her equally powerless.

"Hurry up. I'm in quite the mood right now." Xi Zai's gun barrel drifted back and forth between the two of them, displeasure showing on his face.

His expression grew increasingly crazed. Aiming at Chen Xu's waist, he stopped waiting and pulled the trigger with a savage grin.

A flash flared from the muzzle. The attendant squeezed her eyes shut and let out a scream, then desperately clapped a hand over her mouth and forcibly swallowed the sound.

"This is what happens when you don't listen to me!" Xi Zai seemed to have already seen Chen Xu crying out and collapsing. He shifted the gun toward Ye Qianqian. "Did you see what happened to him? You'd better hurry up too. I don't think you want to get shot, do you? My patience is very limited."

"Hm?" Hearing an unusual sound from Chen Xu's direction, Xi Zai instinctively glanced over again.

It would have been better if he had not looked. The moment he did, his gaze froze.

Between the tall man's fingers, a golden bullet was lightly pinched. With a slight exertion of force, it was crushed and warped between his fingers.

Clang—clang,