"Useless dirtbags, scram!" The skinny man kicked Wu Junjie to the ground, then stared at Ye Lingchen with a cruel smile on his face. "What dog shit Superman Y? Nonsensical!"
With that, his eyes turned serious and he raised his hands. Suddenly, a pitch-black gun barrel was aimed right at Ye Lingchen's chest. With a vicious voice, he said, "I don't care who you are, you won't be stronger than a bullet!"
'A gun?'
Xu Wanqing's eyes that saw hope suddenly dimmed. She could not help but cover her mouth as tears flooded her eyes as she looked at Ye Lingchen with a worried expression.
"I hate it when someone points a gun at me," Ye Lingchen said as though the gun was of no threat to him.
At that time, there was not much that could hurt him in this world. Guns, unfortunately, were one of them. Therefore, he would be especially pissed when someone points a gun at him.
