Li Yichen had a bit of a headache too, though it wasn't because he was afraid of a fight.
If it had only been those men charging at him, he could have laid them out with a few punches and kicks. But with five or six fierce women coming at him too, things were a little trickier.
And that wasn't even the hardest part. The real problem was that several kids in their teens were charging at him, yelling their heads off. How was he supposed to fight them?
"Stop! Don't move! Take another step and I'll shoot." Just then, Mo Yurou suddenly stepped forward and brushed a hand over her ring. A pistol appeared in her hand.
She gripped the pistol with both hands, her expression icy as she aimed at the people charging toward them.
"A gun... she's got a gun!" The sight of the pistol drained the color from their faces, and they stopped at once. Then they exchanged looks, unsure what to do.
"It's fake! It has to be fake!" someone suddenly shouted. "Don't think you can scare us with a toy gun!"
"Yeah... it's definitely a toy gun..."
"Don't be scared! Get them..."
Mo Yurou's expression turned cold. With a flick of her wrist, she squeezed the trigger. Bang! Stone chips burst from a rock in front of the crowd.
"Take one more step, and don't blame me for what happens." Mo Yurou pointed the muzzle upward and stared coldly at them.
"It's... it's a real gun..." Everyone paled and backed away several steps together.
The women were so frightened that they hurriedly grabbed their children and hid behind the men.
"Brother Hu, what do we do?" several men asked their leader with furrowed brows.
"What else can we do? Let's head back first." Their