Chapter 104 - Chapter 104: Chapter 103: He is the Absolute King! (2/2)

Wei’s expression stalled, “Using a toy gun to play the big bad wolf, who are you trying to fool?”

In the middle of the road, Lin Chuan didn’t speak; his gaze was fixed on Wei, as sharp as a cheetah eyeing its prey.

In his hand, a black pistol spun slowly around his index finger, completing a circle.

Then.

Lin Chuan’s right hand lifted, and the black toy gun, as if given life, spun rapidly, too fast to follow with the eye. The sunlight filtering through the rows of trees fell on Lin Chuan, instantly revealing the rapid movement of his right hand and the afterimage of the pistol.

The sound of the gun spinning around continued to travel in the silent street, making the entire scam gang shiver.

Whiz!

Lin Chuan’s movement stopped, his expression calm, his gaze resolute.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed directly at Wei.

Wei couldn’t help but swallow, his lips trembling slightly, his heart pounding rapidly, a hint of panic flickering in his eyes.

Lin Chuan’s gun-spinning was too skillful.

So skillful that it made people think the gun was part of him—he must be a gunplay expert!

So, was the gun in his hand real or fake?

Wei didn’t know.

But when it came to his life, he wasn’t quite willing to gamble.

Shen Qianqian, standing beside Lin Chuan, also swallowed, not out of nervousness but because Lin Chuan’s stance was just too convincing.

Just with that round of gun spinning alone, it felt almost believable.

Moreover, catching a glimpse of Lin Chuan in her peripheral vision, Shen Qianqian saw that there wasn’t a trace of panic on Lin Chuan’s delicate face, only confidence.

Yes, confidence!

This kind of confidence was absolutely assured.

Spinning the gun might just be an external display, but the extreme confidence Lin Chuan exhibited was the real reason the other party didn’t dare to advance.

In this moment, Lin Chuan gave Shen Qianqian a very delicate feeling.

But Shen Qianqian couldn’t quite articulate it.

If you asked Lin Chuan, he would say it was the absolute instinct of a top-tier assassin.

No one spoke; there was silence.

The breeze blew gently, swirling around the mountains, brushing past the magnificent layers of mountain ranges, the cold, lush trees, and the dense branches and leaves beside the rural road that flickered like a screen, rustling softly.

Perhaps, there was a stream nearby, its water murmuring.

For the sound of flowing water mingled with the wind could be heard by everyone’s ears.

“Get down, hands on your head.”

Lin Chuan broke the silence in a calm tone.

Several burly men from the fraud gang, intimidated, were already placing their hands on the backs of their heads, preparing to kneel.

But!

Sister Mei’s icy words once again tensed the atmosphere: “Just by spinning a gun, can you turn a toy into a real one?”

Upon hearing this, Shen Qianqian’s heart tightened once more.

At moments like this, the last thing you want is someone casting doubt.

She knew, in that split second, Lin Chuan had stunned the fraudsters, sending their minds into a blank.

But once someone raised doubt, they would quickly regain their ability to think.

And Sister Mei was their leader.

At this moment,

Lin Chuan smiled, moving forward once more, step by step nearing Sister Mei, his lips curved into a smirk:

“Fake?”

“This fourth-generation Glock 17 semi-automatic pistol, with a chamber of 9mm Parabellum bullets, has a barrel length of 114 millimeters, an overall length of 202 millimeters, an unloaded weight of 625 grams, and can fire up to 500 rounds in one minute.”

“That means, with my gun’s full magazine of 17 bullets, it would take less than 10 seconds for the bullets to penetrate all of your bodies.”

“You should have heard, ‘within seven steps, a gun is fast and accurate!’”

As Lin Chuan finished speaking, he was precisely seven steps away from Sister Mei.

The cold muzzle of the gun pointed directly at Sister Mei’s forehead, causing her to suddenly stiffen, her teeth chattering, panic flashing in her eyes as she looked at the delicate yet somewhat handsome young man in front of her.

Her breath was rapid, her chest heaving.

Every sentence from Lin Chuan felt like a judgment against her.

And with each step he took, it was as if he was further pressing down on her heart.

Suffocation, oppression, unable to breathe.

The closer he got, the more intense the feeling became. Even in her so-called boss’s presence, she had never experienced such suffocating oppression.

“Sister Mei, I’m giving you just one chance. Kneel down, hands on your head.” Lin Chuan said coldly, as if pronouncing a judgment from hell itself.

The presence of a top assassin, and the commanding aura of the king of the industrial district’s fraudsters, were both displayed by Lin Chuan.

Presence, indeed, can terrify the heart!

Sister Mei, who had never encountered a man with such an aura, had her legs give out from under her, collapsing to the ground, breathing heavily.

With Sister Mei kneeling down, the remaining fourteen individuals followed suit, kneeling as well.

They couldn’t muster even a hint of resistance within their hearts.

Wei, who had previously cursed Lin Chuan with every name under the sun, now lacked even the courage to meet Lin Chuan’s eyes.

Indeed, he was a man who lived on the knife-edge.

All the people here were criminals living on the knife-edge.

But compared to Lin Chuan, who had lived through both an assassin’s and a fraudster’s life in the industrial districts, they were still too green.

Excessively so.

In his experience with these criminal professions, Lin Chuan feared the police, feared legal punishment, but facing these fraudsters…

He was the undisputed king!

All fifteen fraudsters huddled with their heads in their hands, daring not to move.

Behind Lin Chuan, Shen Qianqian was still in shock, staring at Lin Chuan’s silhouette, her eyes filled with confusion.

It was both familiar and strange.

Familiar was the figure before her; strange was the confidence and the aura that Lin Chuan had demonstrated.

Is he really just a web novel writer?

Shen Qianqian then shook her head.

Suddenly, she remembered that time she’d been with Lin Chuan, popping balloons at a street stall.

That’s right.

From that time, Lin Chuan had already shown some hints of his true self.

She didn’t have time to think it through.

Suddenly, she heard Lin Chuan’s voice next to her ear, “Qianqian, it’s time to get to work.”