The short man with the mustache didn't look particularly threatening, but the gun in his hands said otherwise.
Mark, who was standing next to Ning immediately started cowering at the sight of the gun. He didn't know what was happening, but all he knew was that he didn't want to die.
"Do-Don't kill me, please," the young man said with his hands in the air
"Shut up and take off your clothes now," the man said.
Ning scratched his chin as he wondered with a weird face, 'Surely this guy doesn't like young men right? That shouldn't be true.'
"What are you looking at? Hurry up!" the man shouted.
"Woah dude, chill," Ning said.
"Brother Ning, what are you doing?" Mark was terrified. Seeing Ning not do what the man was saying, he thought he could see death approaching.
"Don't worry," Ning said. Suddenly, the gun in the man's hand moved. The metal gun was crushed by something invisible and deformed to a point where it was unusable.
