Upon hearing Ling Chen's words, everyone fell silent, as if no one had said guns were off-limits.
"You, as a martial artist, what skill is there in using a gun?" a man coldly shouted.
Ling Chen chuckled and retorted, "So it's skillful for so many of you to bully the two of us?" As he spoke, he glanced at the crowd and wryly said, "There are eleven of you left, and my gun should still have seven bullets. Whoever wants to taste a bullet, feel free to come at me."
"Don't waste words with him, let's all go at him together; with so many of us, are we still afraid of him?"
"Go!"
However, although more than ten people shouted aggressively, not one dared to step forward, all somewhat wary of the gun in Ling Chen's hand.
