Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

In the boy"s hand was a Desert Eagle with considerable lethality.

The loud gunshot left everyone stunned!

The man who was. .h.i.t between his eyes collapsed lifelessly to the ground without a breath.

The blood splatters formed a circle and gradually widened outward, a stinging reminder that the shot was real!

Everyone was extremely astounded by the latest event. Who would have expected a seven-year-old kid to have such excellent marksmanship, where a simple lift of a gun from him could hit the bull"s-eye?!

Only a professionally trained adult could have such uncanny marksmanship!

How did this child do it?!

While marveling at the boy"s superb shooting skill, the scar-faced, gang leader did a double-take on the duo. He squinted slightly and finally recognized the ravaged woman to be his quasi-master. At which point, his face darted a hint of tension.

"Where is she?"

Mu Yichen held up his haughty chin and signaled them with his cold-blaring eyes. His thin lips parted slightly with a stern command. "Take me to the woman!"

"What woman?!" The scar-faced man looked surprised, instead.

It was perhaps difficult for one to imagine the weird scene set before this gang currently.

A mere lad of age seven, with a maturity and st.u.r.diness beyond his age, was now holding an adult woman captive at gunpoint.

The child did not bother explaining further and only tugged the gun at the woman"s temple. This threatening behavior was tried and tested on her several times.

Mu Wanrou"s knees had gone weak by now from fear, and she hurriedly cried out, "Bring him to Yun Shishi! Can you hurry and bring him to the woman?!"

The scar-faced leader"s eyes gleamed dangerously but did not attempt to lead the way.

"What? Are you rebelling against me now?" The boy"s eyes had the same frostiness as he warned in return, undeterred by the man"s clout.

By then, the woman had become too terrified to string a proper sentence in place and could only repeat her words. "Bring him! Quickly bring him there! He"s gonna shoot; don"t underestimate the kid! He"s really gonna shoot!"

The scar-faced man hesitated slightly before signaling the rest with a glance. The gang then slowly dispersed to open a channel.

The boy remained alert; his cold glare swept across the group and ordered curtly, "Throw down all your guns, knives, and other weapons!"

Everyone immediately threw down their weapons and kicked these aside.

He gazed through the area one more time. With a snort, he deftly lifted his wrist and pulled the trigger, and a bullet was seen whizzing straight at the hand holding a gun, which the scar-faced had carefully hidden.

There was pong .

Sparks flew under the metallic friction!

The man dropped the gun as if he had just been burned by it. There was a streak of blood on his palm where the flying bullet had scratched earlier!

This child… is really different!

He must give it to the kid from the bottom of his heart; in no way did he expect his observation skills to be superb on top of his uncanny accuracy with the gun!

"How about the rest? Do I need to repeat myself?"

The boy pointed the gun at an anxious-looking man this time. "You. Your trousers—gun!"

The man gave a start and hastily threw the pistol aside like a hot potato.

The rest saw that and, one by one, threw their hidden weapons far away!

"Are you satisfied now?!" The scar-faced man sneered, seemingly gnashing his teeth.

It was the first time in his life to suffer such humiliation at a child"s hands!