Lin Shen slowly raised his right hand, with his pinkie and ring fingers clenched, his middle finger, index finger, and thumb extended in the shape of a gun, and then aimed it at Wan Guliu, who was fleeing.
Everyone was somewhat puzzled and did not understand the meaning of his gesture. They thought it might be a unique human way of pointing at someone, at least not something as childish as playing house and pretending a hand was a gun.
"Wan Guliu," Lin Shen's voice made Wan Guliu's body tremble. He didn't dare to look back, let alone break out of the formation, and rushed even more desperately into the crowd, hoping that as the enemy, Lin Shen would not dare to charge into their battle team.