"Nobody move, anyone who does gets shot."
The bandit glanced at the trembling passengers crouched on the bus and snorted coldly before pointing his shotgun at Ye Xiaofei and barking, "Hand over the money."
"Okay, okay."
Ye Xiaofei quickly nodded and swiftly moved closer to the bandit because the near eighty-centimeter length of the shotgun prevented the bandit from firing quickly at such close range.
He reached into his inner pocket and, under the eager gaze of the bandit, Ye Xiaofei quickly pulled out a knife he had already prepared and stabbed fiercely.
"Fuck."
Ye Xiaofei was prepared, and the bandit was pondering why the former knew him, naturally not perceiving anything amiss. Ye Xiaofei's knife moved swiftly, cutting the bandit's arm, and with a bang, the shotgun fell to the ground.
The bandit cursed loudly, clutching his wrist as he went to pick up the shotgun.
"Damn your mother."
