The elites present looked bewildered.
They had no idea what had happened.
Ye Buyu could not be bothered to waste any more words. She pressed the cold, hard Silver Pistol against the man's forehead, its muzzle flush against his skin, conveying an unquestionable threat.
"Since you insist on refusing to show yourself," Ye Buyu said, her voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness, "I'm afraid we'll have to resort to tougher measures."
As soon as she finished speaking, her finger decisively pulled the trigger.
In an instant, a deafening gunshot erupted in the silence.
Terrified screams followed, the piercing sounds bursting through the air and instantly shattering the deathly stillness.
Even Wujia and the others watching from hiding widened their eyes.
Amid the chaos and shock, some people secretly rejoiced.
Openly firing a gun in front of so many people was hardly a wise choice, no matter how one looked at it. Those leaders certainly would not let it slide.
Ye Buyu said nothing more and showed no hesitation. She simply gave the short gun in her hand a light, calm turn.
Under the incredulous gazes of the so-called elites around her, the short gun rapidly transformed and expanded, finally becoming a heavy Gatling Gun that radiated danger.
Then bullets poured out like a rainstorm, as though they cost nothing. Unbroken muzzle flashes tore through the air, sweeping outward with scorching heat.
The muzzle kept spitting sparks at the crowd.
At the sight, everyone's expression turned to sheer terror, and they scattered through the gunfire.
"Help! There's a lunatic here!"
"How can I die here? I still have a wonderful life I haven't enjoyed..."
The gunfire soon stopped, and the people, still shaken, began cursing.
"You lunatic! Do you know what you're doing?!"
Ye Buyu stared into the smoke-filled center, where a