Zhao Yang's series of movements were fluid and rapid, and by the time everyone had reacted, Fang Mo was already wailing on the ground, his gun flying out of his hands!
Blood poured from Fang Mo's thigh, and as the situation turned dire, the knife-wielding youth rushed to pick up the gun. In a flash of lightning, Zhao Yang made a split-second decision, pivoted the gun barrel, and fired a shot at the youth's leg!
A "bang" sound was heard, and the youth too collapsed to the ground!
"Don't fucking move!" Zhao Yang's roar terrified the remaining knife-wielding youth.
At that moment, Zhao Yang said to Zhang Yao, "Go pick up the gun."
Zhang Yao glanced at Zhao Yang with timid eyes, then cautiously walked over, squatted down, and picked up the gun, gripping it as if it were a rat.
The crowd was just starting to recover from their initial shock, looking at Zhao Yang in amazement, feeling like what they had just witnessed was straight out of a movie—this kid was incredibly brave!
