"Damn! So I, Dao Yinping, am easy to bully, huh? I'll blast every damn person who looks down on me!"
Dao Yinping grumbled, taking out a piece of cloth to wipe the item in his hand.
He deliberately wiped it slowly, as if admiring a piece of artwork, and also as if flaunting a trophy.
The other four lads were, of course, all smiles and full of flattery.
Blast people?
Jiang Yan twitched at the catchphrase she once loved to use.
She peered ahead intently, only to take a sharp intake of breath:
The black steel pipe was actually a gun!
It resembled an ordinary hunting rifle and yet appeared to be a Beautiful Country-made Remington M870 shotgun.
She was so familiar with it because she had a bunch of such guns in her arsenal.
If it really was a shotgun, then things would be difficult.
This gun was a powerful short-range weapon; some models were even capable of embedding a bulletproof vest into a person's body.
Speaking of bulletproof vests, Jiang Yan inwardly cursed her luck:
