"You had your chance, and you blew it!"
Mo Han shook his head and casually tossed away the bullet.
As Mo Han drew closer, Nie Hu's heart sank further. Suddenly, he roared, "Ah!"
He raised the black weapon and continuously pulled the trigger at Mo Han.
Bang bang bang!
Several bullets whizzed toward Mo Han.
Although Mo Han was not afraid of these bullets, he feared stray bullets might accidentally damage the electric scooter. He tapped his toe and flicked up a stone weighing over thirty pounds, pressed down with both hands, and instantly, the stone cracked into dozens of pieces.
Right after, Mo Han flicked his wrist in the air, and the stone fragments shot out like arrows toward the bullets.
In an instant, the stones and bullets collided mid-air with a sound like popping beans.
The five bullets that flew out were knocked to the ground, but the dozen or so pebbles didn't stop, battering Nie Hu violently.
"Pfft!"
