Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng! A series of dull 'peng peng' sounds rang out.
The two hooligans were sent flying several meters high before they crashed heavily onto the beach. They did not even make a sound before they fainted.
The eyeballs of the hooligan in front almost fell out.
The remaining villagers also opened their mouths wide.
The originally noisy beach suddenly became quiet, like a needle falling on the ground could be heard.
"What... What happened?"
"What... What happened to these hooligans?"
"Oh my god!"
Everyone looked at Heath as if they had seen a ghost. At this moment, Heath was standing where the two hoodlums had been standing. He lifted one leg and gently patted the dust off his leg. This calm and composed action seemed to say that everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.
"Sir, Sir Scholar?"
"Sir Scholar?"
