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"Gun?" Yan Shoubao was stunned but did not think that Yang Ming was holding a gun in his hand.

"En, do you want to try?" Yang Ming nodded.

"Are you trying to fool someone?" Yan Shoubao thought that Yang Ming was just saying things to frighten him. Having said that, no matter how bad*ss Yan Shoubao had mingled in Phoenix City, he lacked the knowledge of guns.

The domestic gun control was quite strict, so Yan Shoubao spent a lot of effort to buy a Type 54 pistol [1] from a southerner. In his opinion, pistols should be very big. The one Yang Ming had was similar to lipstick. How could it be a pistol?

Therefore, since Yan Shoubao thought that Yang Ming was deceiving him, he was no longer afraid, and he continued to reach for his gun.

"Peng," a soft bang came. The pretty boy next to Yan Shoubao covered his left thigh. He was sweating as he crouched down.