"Bullshit, how the hell can't you move? With three lives on your hands, how can you still be afraid of killing?" Master Chu roared angrily.
"I... I..." The thug looked confused, his face blank, and even his speech was stammering.
"What do you mean 'you'? Shoot him, kill him!" Master Chu commanded again.
Zhao Yang said indifferently, "Even if you beat him to death, he won't shoot."
At this, Master Chu glared at the thug and demanded, "What the hell are you doing, not even listening to me now?"
"Master Chu, I—I really can't shoot, I can't move my body at all!" the thug shouted loudly.
Another gun-wielding thug then said, "Master Chu, let me do it, I'll kill him!"
"Good, you do it!"
No sooner had Master Chu finished speaking than the thug raised his gun, intending to aim at Zhao Yang's head. But at that moment, Zhao Yang slightly exerted force with his fingers, and a silver dart shot out from his hand, hitting the thug precisely in the chest acupoint!
