Chapter 7: Playing with Guns (Part 1)

A Scene of Carnage!

Shattered glass fragments were scattered everywhere, mixed with thick blood, filling the entire room with a pungent stench!

"Now I'll make up for the shortfall..."

Chen Ming's lips curled into an elegant arc, gentle, cold, and flawless, something that ordinary people could never achieve. It was as if he would not waver even if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood were before him.

What a ruthless guy!

This was almost everyone's first reaction!

The Chen Ming before them, with his sudden burst of energy, left all the girls from Lu Shui's dormitory and Tang Xiaoran's friends and underlings stunned. Perhaps a moment ago, they still thought this uncouth freshman was a fool, but at this moment, anyone with a bit of sense would guess that this Mr. Chen was definitely a formidable person.

Tang Xiaoran instantly lost all his fighting spirit. Imagine, a face that was still intact a second ago, the next second was pierced by countless shards of broken glass, and a deep and long gash was torn on the right cheek. Just the sight of the blood gushing from his face was enough to make him stagger.

Within half a second after the attack, Chen Ming could already foresee Tang Xiaoran's tragic future. A face that was once relatively complete and smooth would now be forever marred. The glass shards embedded in his face would be extremely difficult to remove, and the deep gash that almost exposed the white bone would make it impossible for even the most advanced medical technology to ensure complete recovery. Scarring was inevitable.

This scar would accompany Tang Xiaoran for the rest of his life, making him regret every time he looked in the mirror, regretting that he had offended someone he shouldn't have today.

Not to mention, just the words Tang Xiaoran used to humiliate Lu Shui were enough for Chen Ming to want to slice him into a thousand pieces!

However, considering his identity as the son of the Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Committee, he could be killed, but it would bring a bit of trouble to the old man at home. Chen Ming was not the type to rely on family power at every turn, so after half a second of consideration, he decided not to sever Tang Xiaoran's carotid artery.

"Bang!"

The glass table was overturned. The few underlings who were stunned by Chen Ming's series of vicious actions immediately reacted, their eyes filled with ferocity as they pulled out thick steel pipes from under the sofa and charged over, shouting and threatening!

At the same time, the door to the private room was kicked open, and a group of Tang Xiaoran's underlings, holding machetes and shouting "chop," rushed in with a ferocious look!

Although the private room was large, the sudden addition of over ten people made it immediately crowded, and the surrounding space became extremely cramped. Even with Chen Ming's excellent skills, it was impossible for him to escape in such a situation.

After all, Chen Ming was not a monster like Sylvester Stallone in the movies. Among the people Chen Ming knew, there were very few who could take on a dozen armed thugs bare-handed. His uncle in the military could be one of them.

Unfortunately, Chen Ming's martial skills were far inferior to his uncle's. His rudimentary skills might be enough to beat up one or two people, but a group? Not a chance.

Moreover, at the end of the long sofa, Lu Shui's younger sister was sitting, listening to music and drinking juice.

Lu Shui's face showed a calm and indifferent expression that was not typical for her age, as if she were watching a movie, occasionally glancing up at Chen Ming.

In contrast, the few girls hiding behind her were almost wetting their pants in fear. Although they were six years older than Lu Shui, none of them had ever seen such a scene. They were crying and screaming, calling for their mothers and begging to go home, terrified that the knife-wielding thugs would come and kill them.

Lu Shui sighed lightly, tightened her earphones, and continued to drink her juice.

This sixteen-year-old girl, raised by Chen Changsheng, Chen Ming's father, had a spirit that could match a bull.

As Chen Changsheng often said:

"After all, she's a brat raised by me, when has she ever been afraid of anything?"

At sixteen, Lu Shui might still be a bit shy, but as long as she was with Chen Ming, she was never afraid of any situation.

This was the默契 (默契 means默契, but in this context, it can be translated as "bond" or "understanding") that the two siblings had cultivated from a young age.

Because she knew that at this moment, Chen Ming would protect her very well.

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots!

A burst of fire shot out, and the two underlings of Tang Xiaoran who were leading the charge fell to the ground!

Brains splattered, blood everywhere!

Chen Ming actually carried a portable mini handgun in his outer pocket at all times!

Madman!

In a country like China, where guns are strictly prohibited, he dared to carry a handgun at all times! And even more shockingly, he dared to fire bullets in a relatively small room!

One must understand that in such a confined space, if a shot goes astray, the bullet could ricochet off the walls and potentially injure his own people. The scenes in movies and novels where both sides exchange gunfire in a room of a few dozen square meters are simply impossible in real life.

In such close quarters, knives, sticks, or direct hand-to-hand combat are better than using guns.

And Chen Ming, who dared to fire a gun in the room, was clearly risking his life!

Madman, absolutely a madman.

At this moment, only Lu Shui slightly raised her head, a charming and delicate smile gradually appearing on her face. She nodded lightly, clearly knowing why this Chen Ming dared to do such a thing.

If there was anything that Chen Ming, who was only half-skilled in martial arts, excelled at, it was playing with guns.

Lu Shui thought of Chen Ming's uncle, the deputy commander of the Central South Military Region.

Chen Ming, who showed a great interest and extraordinary talent for firearms from a young age, was influenced by his uncle, Chen Tian Sheng, and received training from the top snipers in the military region. Now, his understanding of firearms, while not at the pinnacle, was definitely outstanding.