The scar-faced man was puzzled as if he had just been tricked at the market. His cheek twitched. He let go of the old woman slowly and rushed over after a shout, wielding his sword in his right hand.
Huang Xuan was impressed by the scoundrels of that time. At least in the new age, no gangsters would have rushed in, shouting and wielding a sword toward a person armed with a gun, even though the gun was small and the person was young.
The shell case of the bullet fell to the ground. The scoundrels also fell to the ground one after another, like wheat during harvest. Huang Xuan wasn't good at aiming. Beyond 20 meters, he was likely to miss even non-fatal body parts. However, the distance had been within 10 meters just now. Many of them had been shot twice or three times. Some had been shot in the stomach, an injury that was hopeless to be treated by the medical people of that era.
Huang Xuan soon out of bullets. He had been a little dizzy since he had seen blood and didn't become clear-minded until he was wounded by a sword. He reloaded the gun and saw that there was only three men still standing. Seeing the hilt bounce and fall on the ground the man that had just wounded Huang Xuan screamed in fear and ran away. The rest just stood there blankly at first and then escaped into an alley. Huang Xuan looked around. Blood was everywhere. It was the first time he had seen so much blood. Groans of pain sounded a little scary.
All of a sudden, the old woman stood up, picked up a sword and started to cut towards the scar-faced guy's neck. The guy rolled on the ground and pulled out his own sword to fight back.
The old woman was too slow and lost her balance since she had exerted too much strength. The sword of the scar-faced guy was about to fall on her when Huang Xuan shouted, "Rolin!", aimed and fired. A bullet, the trajectory of which had been modified, shot the scar-faced guy between his eyes. The wicked look in his eyes faded. Huang Xuan was relieved.
The residents who had seen everything didn't know what was going on and thought Huang Xuan could do magic. Huang Xuan gave two bitter smiles and turned around. He had to leave before the police arrived. Since his clothes had been stained by blood, he got changed again. No sooner had he walked off the street, horses were heard from the west side, so Huang Xuan picked another road. If it hadn't been for the high energy costs, Rolin would have been able to help him leave easily.
But the police at that time were too inefficient. The horses couldn't be heard anymore after several lanes. Huang Xuan was happy. Then he heard Rolin whisper, "Someone is following you." Huang Xuan stopped and pulled out his gun. He had become much more confident after what had just happened. Under Rolin's instruction, Huang Xuan turned into a corner and hid. Having thought for a minute, he took out a bio-bomb, rubbed it into a strip weighing at most one gram and stuck it on the inside of the corner.
"Later when the person following me comes here, you set off the bomb. I will come out and then we will catch and interrogate him," Huang Xuan grinned.
Rolin agreed. As a person with the 20th-level authority, Huang Xuan could make these sort of decisions.
Huang Xuan crouched and counted. After about 20 seconds, slight steps were heard. He stood up quickly and the bomb exploded. Smoke was everywhere. Huang Xuan couldn't see the person and was kicked heavily.
"50,000 RMB is gone," Rolin said coldly.
Huang Xuan was embarrassed and angry. He gave a blow in the direction he sensed the follower was and missed. Wind was heard at his ear, another attack, another 50,000 RMB. Huang Xuan realized that in the times of Three Kingdoms, even a nobody could beat him hard.
After two attacks, Huang Xuan wasn't proud anymore. He withdrew two steps, pulled out his gun and said, "Rolin, show me where he is."
The follower's location was soon circled in a green fluorescent ring, making him look like a mantis that had entered a wrong room. Huang Xuan laughed and started to aim with his right eye, thinking, "Whoever you are, be ready to take one bullet from me." He put his finger on the trigger and said, "My friend, stay where you are, or I will shoot." However, the green ring suddenly moved two steps. Huang Xuan immediately fired in front of his feet. A few dirt lumps were blown up. Huang Xuan laughed and asked, "Tell me, why are you following me?"
At this moment, the green ring was fading. Nothing was in the air except dirt. Huang Xuan could see that opposite him was standing a man, more than thirty years old, with black, coarse hands and a fair countenance, well-reserved.
"Prince, my name is Wu Xi. My lord would like a meeting with you." He bowed and stood there.
Thinking of the two attacks from the guy, which had cost him 100,000 RMB that he could have been able to spend on a lot of things in this time, Huang Xuan hummed in contempt and said, "Who is your lord? Who would invite somebody like this?"
"The surname of my lord is Wang. I am sorry for my rudeness. The situation wasn't clear. In that case I was obliged to take action and show no mercy."
He seemed respectful, but somehow, to Huang Xuan, what he said sounded was ironic. "Show no mercy? Did he mean he gained the upper hand?" Huang Xuan weighed the gun in his hand but then remembered that the guy had never seen a western movie, so he put the gun down in boredom and asked, "Which Lord Wang is your master? And what does he want from me?"
Wu Xi looked around and walked forward. Seeing Huang Xuan frown, he said in a low voice, "My master is Lord Wang, the Situ. He saw what you did in the street and was impressed, so he wants to meet with you."
"Rolin, who is Situ Wang?"
"Wang Yun."
A visionary, vague and beautiful shadow appeared before Huang Xuan's eyes instantly. "I will. I will come," he replied repeatedly, ignoring Wu Xi's surprised expression.