"Hey! Fuck off! Get the hell out of here!"
The thug unwillingly raised his submachine gun and sprayed bullets towards them. The bullets whizzed by ten meters above their heads, hitting nothing but thin air.
Man, these Whirlpool kids can't even hold a gun steady, probably in their teens, selling their faces and all, truly batshit crazy...
Li Pan made a huge leap from the factory roof to the gate.
The Whirlpool kids turned their heads to look at him, probably not quite understanding how some superhuman had suddenly appeared from a rural factory.
Li Pan raised the Black Kite at the head of a Whirlpool kid,
"Bang! Scram!"
"Move it, move it!"
The Whirlpool kids didn't dare to court death, mounting their tri-wheelers, ready to escape.
Li Pan checked their gear and saw that they had only one real gun; the rest were cobbled together from plastic and sticks.
After a thought, he grabbed a tri-wheeler, yanking them down again.
