Chapter 224: Language is a Weapon

Wei Tianyang's threats had no effect, as the masked men and women showed no sign of backing down and instead closed in on him.

"Back off," Wei Tianyang growled.

After speaking, he aimed the muzzle of his ICR rifle at their feet.

"Step back!" he said.

Yet, the crowd still did not back away, slowly encircling him with knives and wrenches in their hands.

Although equipped with a silencer, the rifle would still make a noise like firecrackers when fired. He hadn't wanted to shoot, but given the situation, it seemed like the group was gambling on him not daring to shoot.

Wei Tianyang pulled the trigger towards the ground, and two bullets hit the soil, sending up some dirt.

The people stepped back a few steps but did not disperse.

"Get out! This is our turf!" someone yelled at him.

Then, like the incident at the restaurant, it seemed as if a switch had been flipped, and the others started shouting at him in unison, wanting him to leave.