Zhouzhou felt all the blood rush to her head, making her dizzy with anger.
She fixed her glare on them, clutching a talisman. With a slight movement of her wrist, she hurled it towards one of the men who was about to fire.
The man had already placed his finger on the trigger, ready to pull, but suddenly felt a force push his arm, causing the barrel to swing toward his companion instead.
Before he could react, his finger had already pressed the trigger.
Bang!
The companion fell to the ground, his smile abruptly disappearing, his face filled with disbelief as he stared at the man who had just killed him.
The shooter froze as well, hastily explaining, "It wasn't me! Really, it wasn't me! Someone pushed my arm!"
His comrades, standing nearby, were furious. "What do you mean by that? You're saying I pushed you?"
"No!" The shooter was sweating with anxiety, completely confused by the situation.