Chapter 29 (1/2)

”Brothers! Ap Jie Lop! That's fake! Let's go! ” After hearing his boss's words, the first little brother immediately shouted to his companions.

The little gangster who was afraid was coaxed by this. Everyone took their own steps again and was ready to teach Ye Siyu a lesson.

”Love when you die ~! Not incisively and vividly, not happy ~! ”

Just when the group of gangsters were about to rush to Ye Siyu, a deafening song suddenly sounded in the box. The sudden noise made everyone in the box have to cover their ears. They just felt that their eardrums were about to be broken.

Taking advantage of this moment, ye Siyu moved. The whole recognition was like a cheetah. He immediately passed the gangsters covering their ears and came to Zhang Ling. His left hand grabbed his collar and his right hand pistol against his temple.

”Brother... Brother... This... Toy is not fun?” Zhang Ling, who was held by Ye Siyu against his temple with a pistol, stammered. He could clearly feel the cold metal texture of the pistol. Although he didn't believe that the gun in Ye Siyu's hand was a real gun, even being shot into his temple was not a fun thing.

Ye Siyu raised the muzzle of the gun against Zhang Ling's temple slightly, turned to the ceiling, and then clasped his fingers gently.

”Bang!”

”Crackling!”

A loud gunshot and the sound of things breaking answered Zhang Ling's question. He only felt the buzzing sound in his ears and the whole head was hit hard by a hammer.

”Ah!” Although the noisy music in the box was much louder than the gunshot, the gunshot still changed everyone's look in the box, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

Especially those gangsters, looking at Ye Siyu's eyes is like seeing fierce beasts. They have never thought that the gun in Ye Siyu's hand is a real gun, and dare to shoot so blatantly.

When everyone was shocked, the deafening music in the box decreased to the initial size.

”Don't look sad and smile. Do you still think it's a toy?” Ye Siyu smiled and patted Zhang Ling's face, which had already been scared out of his wits.

”No... it's not a toy...” Zhang Ling replied with a smile worse than crying.

Although he is only a gangster leader in a small area and can only deal with others with knives and fists, it doesn't mean that he is a fool. He has seen the real gun. With the sound of the gun and the smell of gunsmoke close at hand, he can be sure that the gun in Ye Siyu's hand is a real gun.

However, he was afraid because he knew it was a real gun. This is not the United States where everyone has a gun. This is China. On the face of it, only official people can own guns.

Even the kind of black forces who are all hands and eyes dare not show up guns in a blatant situation. They do things more secretly. Ye Siyu dares to shoot so blatantly without saying that he has a gun, which makes him feel very afraid. In his opinion, ye Siyu is a complete madman.

”Do you still want to cook my brother now?” Ye Siyu continued to ask.