Su Ming'an silently raised his gun.
The next moment, the man recoiled like a rat seeing a cat, scrambling and crawling to escape the muzzle of the gun.
"I won't kill you," Su Ming'an said. "Life here isn't easy, and you newcomers don't carry much on you. I'd rather not waste my bullets."
However, his actions remained unchanged, still pointing the gun at the group.
"Uh... well spoken, well spoken, big brother. Are you a local?" a non-mainstream haired man asked, rubbing his hands. The group exchanged glances and temporarily put aside the intention to kill.
Holding a gun and looking relatively well-dressed in such a place, the man must not be someone they could easily kill. Perhaps he was an NPC here to provide clues.
"I was about to ask you," Su Ming'an showed no signs of backing down. "What are you few outsiders sneaking around here for?"
"Uh, that..." The non-mainstream man signaled to someone beside him, who then brought over a bag of coins and handed it to Su Ming'an.
