Baldy's punches were fast, almost to the point where one could see afterimages. Fortunately, Xu Xiaoba's reflexes were also quick enough to evade. However, he could only avoid the vital areas, as a punch still made his vision go black with stars.

If it had hit the temple just now, he might have fainted immediately.

Xu Xiaoba wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Damn it, he was bleeding.

Liao Qing took a glance at the bald man's boxing routine and immediately lost interest. Boring, it was just a rigid and predictable martial art technique, which didn't make him feel like fighting at all. However, if he could recruit someone like him as a sidekick, it would seem quite cool.

"Who are you going to tidy up?"

A dark muzzle was pointed at the bald head, causing everyone to be astonished almost to the point of their jaws dropping.

Baldy was no stranger to scenes like this. He sneered coldly, "It's fake, why panic? It's clearly just a model gun..."

Something isn't right...That one look exchanged between Baldy and Liao Qing unexpectedly instilled a sense of fear deep within their hearts.

"Model gun?" Liao Qing skillfully flipped out the gun handle from his pocket, swiftly attaching bullets and loading the chamber with a technique that left everyone's eyes dazzled. He had previously worn out his hands during the process of assembling guns, as it had become a deeply ingrained memory in his mind. His hands were like an extra pair of eyes, allowing him to accurately aim at any target and execute precise shots. "Webley 686, 9mm bullets, equipped with a suppressor, perfect for silence-killing."

Baldy had also spent some time in the military, so it was impossible for him to have never touched a gun. However, the level of proficiency displayed by the other party was far inferior to his previous instructors.

And whether this gun is real or fake, it shows that the other party is not to be underestimated.

"Boss... as real men, we shouldn't suffer losses before our eyes! A gentleman takes revenge, it's never too late after ten years. Shouldn't we consider retreating for now...?"

The two juvenile delinquents were nearly scared to wet themselves. Can you really play around with that gun?

What should I do if his head blossoms after one shot?

Do you fucking think I don't want to withdraw?! My bald head is covered in cold sweat. I really regret not backing out earlier. I never expected to encounter such a ruthless character here.

Xu Xiaoba was also shocked, his mind filled with disbelief. However, in order to maintain his cool and handsome image at this moment, he had no choice but to force himself to remain calm and say, "Classmate... classmate, I'll just... I'll just teach you a little lesson, it might not be convenient to... collect your corpse later."

Upon hearing the words "收尸" (collecting corpses), all the small fry behind instantly vanished without a trace. Two of the lackeys who were more loyal were still clinging to the boss's trousers.

"Boss, apologize quickly, and we can let this matter go."

"Shut up!" The bald-headed man clenched his fist tightly, but his hand involuntarily started trembling slightly. "We agreed not to use any tools, so you better not play dirty tricks with me!"

"I think the solution you suggested isn't quite fair. Let's make it more interesting," Liao Qing picked up a handgun. "I just loaded a bullet into it earlier. Whoever gets hit first will be considered the loser. Uncle, you wouldn't tell me you're afraid, would you?"

"Who the fuck dares?!"

As he spoke, Liao Qingchao pressed the trigger on his own temple.

It's Kong Tong.

When the gun was thrown in front of him, the bald man gulped down a mouthful of saliva. Buzzing noises filled his ears, and his heart pounded all the way up to his throat. At this moment, adrenaline rushed through his body, leaving him with no room for thinking.

Oh my goodness, could this... could this possibly be... a real gun?

He picked up the gun from the ground, tremblingly pointing it at his own temple. His eyes crinkled with numerous wrinkles from being tightly shut. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end, the will to survive made him compromise.

"Damn it! Who the hell do you think you are messing with!" The bald man pointed his gun directly at Liao Qing, then fiercely pulled the trigger.