Chapter 90

"Sky, Sky, Celestial Beings?" The human trafficker, staring at the two black gun barrels, turned pale and trembled like a sieve.

Those who could run the route from Changsha to Shanghai were absolutely well-versed. There was no need for anything else; the action of pulling out guns from the women's pockets was unique to Celestial Beings.

Moreover, what did they pull out? They were guns, military-grade weapons that private individuals were absolutely not allowed to possess!

He immediately knelt down, raising his hands high, "No, no, don't shoot! Ladies, we, we, we underestimated you, we offended you."

"Yes, yes!" "Slap! Slap!" He slapped himself hard, alternating sides, and in no time, his cheeks turned purple, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, as he kept saying, "We were wrong, we were wrong, we were wrong..."

The madam and Guo Xingxing didn't argue, pointing their guns at the two men, "Take us to your leader."

"...Okay, okay!" The two men hesitated slightly. But as soon as they felt the cold gun barrels on their foreheads, they made up their minds: was the boss more important or their lives?

They nodded repeatedly, raised their hands, and slowly backed out of the room, leading the two women, and continued down through the side door.

"Heh, heh! What's going on?" This place was full of peculiarities. The two women didn't understand at first, but when someone shouted, they suddenly realized.

The compartment was entirely booked, so there were far fewer people inside. Each one had a rough face and a slanted gaze, clearly not good people. Seeing the two women and their accomplices approach, they all stood up and shouted.

But when they saw the guns in the women's hands, they became uneasy, raised their hands, and slowly retreated.

They quickly retreated to the middle of the compartment, huddled together.

"What's going on?" Amid the chaos, the door on the other side of the compartment opened, and a young man with a pale face pushed his way in.

A collaborator, with a middle part hairstyle, slicked back with hair wax, so shiny that even flies couldn't stand on it; his face was pale, his eyes sunken, his steps unsteady, as if he had tuberculosis; yet he thought he was very handsome, wearing a shirt and tie under a trench coat, with a toothpick in his mouth, looking like a rogue.

"Master, disaster has struck!" Seeing the young man enter, the men in the compartment all breathed a sigh of relief, speaking in a chorus, "This time we've really hit a hard wall!"

"Hard wall?" The young man was stunned, scanning the room with a sly look, his gaze landing on the madam and Guo Xingxing, his eyes flashing with admiration, "Ladies, is there some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?" Guo Xingxing snorted, "Bringing us here in the chaos, with ill intentions, and you still have the nerve to call it a misunderstanding?"

The young man, listening to her soft and pleasant voice, felt his body go limp, "Lady's voice, truly a heavenly sound! May I know your noble name? Would you like to come with me to the Paramount, and I will make you the top songstress of Shanghai!" As he spoke, he walked towards Guo Xingxing, entranced.

This reaction was unexpected by Guo Xingxing. "You, you, you, don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!" She brandished the semi-automatic rifle, shouting sternly.

All the men in the compartment took a step back, except for the young man, who seemed not to hear, continuing to walk forward.

Seeing that he was only a few steps away, he suddenly crouched, hiding behind the two hostages, reaching for the guns in the madam's and Guo Xingxing's hands, and shouted, "What audacity, daring to impersonate Celestial Beings! Which Celestial Being can't hold a gun steady!"

As he spoke, his hand touched the semi-automatic rifle, a victorious smile on his face.

But... at that moment, the rifle in his hand suddenly jolted.

Before he could react, the black barrel of the rifle was aimed at him. No one had pulled the trigger, but there was a loud "Boom!"

The young man's hair stood on end, and he wriggled, using all his strength to dodge the bullet.

But how easy was that?

The bullet still grazed his cheek, blood splattering, leaving a long gash.

But he was lucky; a man behind him was hit in the chest, falling without a sound.

Feeling the burning pain on his face, the young man wiped his cheek, finding it covered in blood, and could feel the long, jagged wound, like a centipede.

"Ah~~~" He screamed hysterically, "My face, my flawless, handsome, and unique face!" He hid in the crowd, staring at Guo Xingxing and the madam with a look of hatred, "You, you, you bitches! You dare to mar my face! How dare you~~~"

"Everyone, listen to me! Whoever can capture this bitch, I'll give a thousand silver dollars! Whoever is interested in these two bitches, just capture them, and you can do whatever you want!"

"Oh oh oh..." The men were excited.

Although they were in this business, to be honest, opportunities to take advantage were rare. Women were for selling, the prettier the more valuable, the more untouched the more valuable.

Usually, they just got to drink the leftovers. When would they ever get such high-quality goods? And two of them!

Alcohol emboldened the cowards, and the allure of beauty made the gun barrels less terrifying. They all shouted and pressed forward towards the two women.

There was another reason. After that shot, they had seen that the young man was right. The women's gun handling was terrible. The previous shot was clearly an accidental discharge. Could they hit every time by chance?

"Despicable!" The young man retreated, rallying the crowd, and Guo Xingxing shouted, drenched in cold sweat, her heart pounding like a drum: if her reaction had been a bit slower, she might have been caught by the young man.

She looked at the madam with gratitude. The shot that saved her was fired by the madam.

The madam's face was serious, "There are too many of them, we can't hold back anymore!"

"Okay." Guo Xingxing nodded, swinging the rifle with one hand, and pressing the strange gadget in her right hand, which the NPCs found peculiar.

The madam's movements were similar, swinging the semi-automatic rifle like a fire poker, making it impossible to tell where the barrel was pointing.

But...

"Boom!" One man fell straight to the ground, a bullet hole in his forehead, blood and brain matter gushing out, his face twisted in a grimace. "Boom!" Another man fell, this time hit in the chest, as if wearing a flower.

In short, every time a shot was fired, someone on the other side fell.

How... how could this be? Guns weren't supposed to be used like this, right? But guns were for shooting people, and as long as they hit, the posture didn't really matter, did it?

One man fell, and the men's charge slowed; two men fell, and it slowed even more; by the time three, four... the two women's marksmanship was so precise, one shot, one kill, no one dared to say they couldn't use guns.

The charge gradually stopped.

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