As Du Wei turned his gaze toward the driver, it also twisted its head, glaring at him with those ice-cold, resentful eyes filled with dense malice.
When their gazes met, an indescribable strangeness ensued.
With a cold stare, Du Wei drew his gun with his left hand and aimed diagonally at the driver's head.
The next second.
Bang... a gunshot rang out!
The bullet shattered the partition window, pierced through the driver's head, and then broke through the car window glass again, leaving behind a bullet hole.
In an instant, all the passengers in the bus, as if they had received some signal, underwent bizarre changes.
First were the students, who all put down the umbrellas that covered their upper bodies and stood up straight.
The oppressive feeling intensified!
Then there was the man in the suit who had just taken Du Wei's original seat. He stood up once more, and even though he wore a mask, Du Wei could feel the evil gaze piercing through him like needles.
