Chapter 73

**Sniper!** When these words were heard, most of the people in the basement looked puzzled, not knowing who He Ping was talking about. Uncle Long, however, sighed softly. As for the person in front of He Ping, he was first startled, then a pained expression appeared on his face, as if he had thought of something unpleasant. After that, he seemed to have lost the strength to continue fighting, and he sat down on the ground, silent.

During the fight just now, He Ping had a bit of suspicion the moment he sensed the killing intent. In the Military World, killing intent was very common, as it was in a state of war. After a battle, any soldier who survived had killed enemies to some extent. Veterans who had survived many battles had a killing intent that could scare sensitive children. But here, killing was illegal.

**Murderer**—this was He Ping's first guess. However, after seeing the man, He Ping negated his initial thought. Any murderer on the run would be extremely low-key, living in fear and trembling at the slightest disturbance. But this man's expression was normal, and he did not seem to be hiding his identity to avoid punishment. Clearly, he was not a fugitive.

If not a murderer, then in this world, the only people who could kill were law enforcers, police, and soldiers. The man's movements during the subsequent fight confirmed He Ping's new guess. His combat skills were clearly not the rough-and-tumble style of others; it was obvious that he had been trained. Judging by his agility, he was either a soldier or a special police officer. With his identity roughly determined, He Ping could take it a step further. The killing intent came from his eyes, which were extremely sharp, and most people would not dare to meet his gaze.

Not only that, his gaze was always focused on a single point. The old He Ping might not have understood what this meant, but the current He Ping was an expert in ranged weapons. All firearms, in essence, were a type of ranged weapon. Although the addition of gunpowder made firearms different from ordinary bows and crossbows, the fundamental principles were not much different. With He Ping's current level, a full mastery of ranged weapons and a level five reaction speed, he was more than qualified to be a sharpshooter.

It was precisely because of this that He Ping understood what it meant for someone's gaze to be focused on a single point. In this world, in this era, it undoubtedly meant that firearms were this person's primary weapon. Combined with the focused and unrelenting killing intent, it further confirmed his identity as a sharpshooter, and a top-notch one at that. All the information gathered together led He Ping to conclude that this person was, or had been, a sniper, and a top-notch one at that.

"Brother Yutang, are you okay?"

"Yutang, what's wrong with you? What does this kid mean?"

"Sigh, Yutang, it's time to tell everyone."

"Uncle Long? Do you know something? What's going on?"

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The crowd began to discuss in a cacophony of voices. Clearly, they were more concerned about their companion, with whom they had spent a considerable amount of time, than about He Ping, who had suddenly appeared and taken on all of them. Uncle Long, who seemed to know something, said, "Alright, everyone, calm down. Yutang, tell everyone. We're all family here. And you two kids, if you don't mind, why don't you sit down and we can have a proper talk."

Dong Dapeng didn't care; he followed He Ping's lead. He Ping smiled and said, "We do need to have a proper talk. I just did Uncle Long a big favor. I cooperated with your plan and fulfilled your wish, but I haven't received any benefits yet."

Hearing He Ping's words, Uncle Long was taken aback, then sighed and said, "Truly, heroes emerge from the young. You saw through it at a glance. I'm impressed! I guess I'm getting old. I've been dragging my feet on such a small matter, and it took an extra push to get it done. I'm ashamed."

What did this mean? The crowd was even more puzzled. Strange things happened every year, but today was particularly strange. First, a kid appeared out of nowhere, incredibly strong, and took on all of them. Not only the strongest, Old Bear, but even the best fighter, Brother Yutang, was defeated. Then, he said Brother Yutang was a sniper, and it was clear that Brother Yutang had something on his mind, known only to him and Uncle Long. Now, he said this kid had helped Uncle Long with some plan. What was going on?

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, Uncle Long asked, "I'm sure you all know that we are often called the Golden Dragon Gang outside. What do you think of that?"

"It's a pain. My family keeps telling me not to hang out with the Golden Dragon Gang, as if I'm some kind of thug."

"Exactly. I told my colleagues we were going out together, and when I mentioned that I often go to the Golden Dragon Club, they all ran away. After that, they looked at me differently."

"I have it worse. I just met a girl through an introduction, and we hadn't even held hands. When she found out I often hang out here, she ran away, thinking I was part of a gang."

"I have the most extreme case. Old Bear just looks a bit rough. Once, I went to a place nearby and couldn't find it, so I asked a few young guys smoking on the street. They thought I was collecting protection money and each gave me a hundred dollars."

The crowd burst into laughter at Old Bear's story, but they quickly stopped laughing because their experiences were similar. Uncle Long then said, "It's the same for me. Every time a new shop opens in the area, the new owner comes to give me gifts. If I don't agree to attend their opening ceremony, they don't dare to open their doors."

Uncle Long sighed and said, "The country is cracking down now. If we continue like this, we'll eventually get into trouble. I've always told people we don't do those things, but they don't believe me. So, this time, being taken on by one person might actually be a good thing!"

A good thing? The crowd wasn't stupid. After Uncle Long said it was a good thing, they thought about it and someone slapped his thigh happily and said, "Right! If we go back like this, we'll definitely be questioned. When we tell them what happened today, and our families spread the word, everyone will know that we were taken on by one person. If we add a bit more to the story, everyone will understand that the Golden Dragon Gang is nothing!"

Hearing this explanation, everyone realized it was indeed a good opportunity. If used well, outsiders would know that the so-called Golden Dragon Gang was nothing, just a group of ordinary people. Gradually, the concept of the Golden Dragon Gang would fade, and they could return to normal lives without being seen as bad guys or worrying about being targeted by law enforcement.

After discussing this, the crowd's attention returned to the person called Brother Yutang. Seeing everyone's curious looks, he sighed and said, "I used to be... actually..."

[PS: First update of the day!]