Lun Ang couldn't help but say to Yan Qingwen in a low voice, "Didn't they buy guns and bullets from us? Why aren't they using them?"
Yan Qingwen: "Perhaps...they've used up all the bullets."
Those who haven't received proper training, even if they got their hands on such lethal weapons, would only shoot recklessly, with their accuracy negligible at a slightly longer distance.
However, it was none of their business, so Yan Qingwen led his people to step aside and watched how Shen Mo would handle it.
He noticed that the expression on Shen Mo's face was bland, looking very calm. He must be confident.
The girl in the wheelchair beside Shen Mo was even more intriguing, completely looking lazy and indifferent.
Interesting.
The opposing force was so large, yet it didn't intimidate her. Perhaps this girl had more than just that toy gun as her confidence.
