"Heh, kid, you think you’re tough, huh? Try moving again, I dare you,"
Huang Gou held the rifle, his eyes full of triumph and arrogance as he stared at Zhang Xiaoshan.
Luo Meili was terrified out of her wits.
"Little Shan, don’t provoke him anymore, be careful."
At this time, Luo Meili was still worried about Zhang Xiaoshan’s safety, which undoubtedly showed true love.
Zhang Xiaoshan quietly comforted Luo Meili.
"Don’t be scared, Meili, I got this."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoshan even took two steps forward.
"Damn, kid, you’ve got guts. I’m warning you, don’t move, or I’ll shoot right now, stop walking forward,"
As he spoke, Huang Gou’s finger was already on the trigger.
As soon as he pulled the trigger, the bullet would shoot out immediately.
This was a real rifle, whose power was not comparable to ordinary hunting shotguns.
Zhang Xiaoshan stopped walking and looked at Huang Gou with calm eyes.
"Are you sure you want to shoot?"
"The weapon you’re holding is controlled; if you shoot, you won’t get out for seven or eight years, will you?"
Huang Gou’s hand was trembling uncontrollably at this point.
But he cared about his face, knowing that if he backed down today, he would never be able to hold his head up in Qingshan Town again.
Swollen face to fat guise, he had to follow through to the end.
Thus, he ferociously said to Zhang Xiaoshan,
"I’d rather go to prison than let you live."
"If you don’t want that, kneel down, apologize, and pay me two hundred thousand for compensation, and I’ll give you a way out."
"And what if I don’t?"
Zhang Xiaoshan didn’t take Huang Gou seriously at all.
Wu Yong, on the side, enjoyed fanning the flames.
Continuously beaten and taught by Zhang Xiaoshan, Wu Yong harbored resentment towards him, so he added fuel to the fire by saying,
"Brother Huang, this kid won’t cry until he sees the coffin; just shoot."
"Shut your damn mouth."
Brother Huang, furious, scolded Wu Yong, who then dared not speak any further.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaoshan was stepping closer to Huang Gou.
"How about we make a bet?"
He continued as he walked.
Huang Gou, watching Zhang Xiaoshan approach, was very nervous.
He had put a lot of effort into getting the rifle in his hands, but it was mostly for show. The idea of actually using it to kill someone, especially in broad daylight, scared him. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩
"I bet you can’t shoot me."
Zhang Xiaoshan looked fearless, getting closer and closer to Huang Gou.
"Stop, don’t come any closer, if you do, I’ll really shoot."
Huang Gou, terrified, trembled, seemingly ready to shoot.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaoshan was only three or four meters away from him.
"Damn it, I’m going all in."
Huang Gou, driven to the edge, was about to pull the trigger.
A stone unexpectedly shot out from between Zhang Xiaoshan’s fingers.
A deafening gunshot echoed for miles, causing everyone around to drop to the ground.
But amidst the gunshot, there was also a piercing scream.
"Ah, my hand, my hand!"
At this moment, Huang Gou was kneeling on the ground, the rifle long dropped from his hands, and his right hand hanging limply.
Torrents of blood spurted from Huang Gou’s right hand.
The ground beneath him was stained red with blood.
Zhang Xiaoshan still stood in his place, his posture erect, looking down on Huang Gou from a height.
"I told you, you couldn’t hit me."
"Do you believe me now?"