The person with the hoe stopped in his tracks. Everyone looked at the source of the gunshot.
The morning temperature in the mountains was a little low. Xia Wanyuan was wearing high heels and a man's suit. The morning fog made her already cold eyes look even more like snow.
A black muzzle peeked out from under the sleeve of his wide suit.
"She's indeed a witch!" the person carrying the hoe shouted angrily and took a step forward tentatively.
Bang!
The gunshot sounded again. This time, it hit the hoe on his shoulder. With an ear-piercing friction, the bullet pierced a hole in the hoe. He could feel the bullet whistling past his ear.
Now, he was completely obedient.
There was a slight commotion among the others around her. Xia Wanyuan fired a few shots in the air. Her red lips parted slightly. "If you take another step forward, my gun won't have eyes anymore."
