Gu Boyuan displayed a calmness and decisiveness rarely seen in him. After firing once, he did not immediately chase the thief who had screamed and tumbled out the window. Instead, he kicked down the young man kneeling before him, pulled out the man's belt, and bound his hands before opening the door and stepping outside with his gun raised.
As he went out, he did not forget to threaten the bound man:
"Don't move. Move an inch and I'll shoot you dead!"
"I won't, I won't!" The bound thief was so frightened he nearly wet himself. Who the hell could have known that the Half-Shell in this Purchasing Station had a gun?
While casing the place yesterday, he had watched from the sidelines for quite a while. Gu Boyuan had been so polite and welcoming to the people carrying sacks of fritillaria in to sell. Some spoke poor Mandarin and could not make themselves understood even after repeating themselves several times, but he had not lost his temper. He had looked so mild-mannered, like someone who listened to reason.
Who could have imagined that this fellow would shoot someone without the slightest hesitation?
If he moved, he really might get shot dead. How could he dare?
Seeing that the fellow inside was behaving himself, Gu Boyan went to deal with the thief outside.
When he plunged out the window, the thief outside had thought he was going to die.
That was a shotgun! At that range, never mind him-even a bear would be killed! Could he survive being shot in the back?
When he fell from the window, he discovered he could still move and immediately began crawling toward the courtyard exit in delighted surprise. Though waves of searing pain in his back told him he had been shot, at