"This is illegal crime! Aren't you afraid of being punished by the law?"

Backed into the alley by five men with guns and demanded to hand over his gear under threat, Wang Zhifan wasn't flustered at all. Instead, he spoke with the righteousness of a fresh graduate, saying things that sounded correct but were utterly useless in the current situation.

"Law? Punishment? Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? You're going to make me die of laughter!"

The thirty-something man with a fierce look in his eyes was immediately amused by Wang Zhifan's words. His four followers, pointing their guns at Wang Zhifan from front and back, burst into unrestrained laughter, mocking Wang Zhifan for being such a wooden, comical character even when cornered.

"Iron Head, break one of his legs! Let him wake up a bit!"

After the brief laughter, the thirty-something leader suddenly ordered the crew-cut henchman next to him to shoot and break Wang Zhifan's leg, to give this funny young man a taste of real pain.

"Got it, boss!"

The crew-cut youth, instructed by him, showed an excited and cruel smile, then lowered his gun, which was originally aimed at Wang Zhifan's head, preparing to shoot through his knee.

But after aiming his gun at Wang Zhifan's lower body, he strangely hesitated without pulling the trigger for several seconds, just staring anxiously, maintaining his aim, looking very odd.

"Iron Head! What the hell are you doing!"

The thirty-something man beside the crew-cut youth cursed upon seeing the situation, raising his hand to give the dazed henchman a hard slap, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Bo...Boss...I...my hand...can't move..."

The crew-cut youth, who had received a hard slap from the thirty-something man, voiced with grievance and a hint of fear, explaining that it wasn't intentional not to fire.

"Useless! Get out of here!"

The fierce leader didn't bother with his explanation. This ill-tempered guy grabbed the gun from the crew-cut youth rudely, and with a kick, sent the henchman flying into the alley wall.

"Hand over all the gear you have, or I'll kill you now!"

The fierce man then pointed the gun he held at Wang Zhifan's thigh, crazily pulling the trigger while threatening viciously.

But then something strange happened again. Although the thirty-something man had pulled the trigger several times, the gun seemed jammed and didn't fire a single bullet!

"Fucking hell! Garbage gun! Shoot that bastard now! Fucking unlucky! Damnit!"

After two unexpected incidents, the fierce-faced man erupted with rage, throwing the gun in his hand to the ground and yelling for his remaining three gun-wielding henchmen to quickly kill Wang Zhifan, as he was almost having a stroke from the anger.

But peculiarly, even as he shouted orders with his face flushed with anger, his three henchmen stood steadfastly in place, still aiming their guns at Wang Zhifan in the center, not moving a muscle.

"Chick! Dog Four! Wang Dong! Didn't you hear what I said?!!"

This awkward scene made the already furious thirty-something man shout sternly at his three henchmen, suspecting they were plotting a rebellion.

But after his warning, his three henchmen still didn't move, and even the recently kicked-away Iron Head remained motionless, leaning against the wall like a wooden figure, which finally made him realize something was wrong.

Quickly, the man reached over to touch the henchman beside him, finding that both his clothes and skin had become cold and stiff, as if he had been in a freezer for three days and just taken out.

"Shit!!!"

Discovering such a horrifying fact right before his eyes, the man was immediately filled with terror and turned to run toward the back of the alley.

He wasn't exactly sure what caused all this, but his instincts told him that the alley was very unsafe now, and escaping was the best option.

But as soon as the thirty-something man turned and took a step, he suddenly felt his legs grow incredibly heavy and numb, accompanied by unbearable pain. His body quickly lost balance due to the uncontrollable legs, and he fell to the ground.

Once on the ground, he attempted to crawl away using his still-functioning hands to escape the alley, but he was clearly not skilled in this form of movement, and soon heard soft but steady footsteps approaching from behind.

A few seconds later, with his face full of fear, he turned his head to look up behind him and saw that the person approaching was none other than the young man in sunglasses and a mask they had cornered in the alley earlier.

"What do you want to do!"

Terrified, realizing his legs had completely lost feeling, the man didn't understand how all of this had happened, but the current situation was clear enough—these strange occurrences were most likely the young man's doing. So while supporting himself on the alley floor, trying to escape, he turned his head and shouted at the approaching "devil".

"Hehe..."

Wang Zhifan, casually approaching the crawling man, let out a few chuckles and then calmly spoke as if conversing with a friend:

"What can I do? Obviously, I want to make a deal with you. Please hand over all your money and gear to save your life. I am a law-abiding person, I promise, just take the money not the life."

Still wearing sunglasses and a mask, Wang Zhifan spoke in a gentle tone, squatting down close to the man, staring intently at him, resembling a creepy uncle trying to trick a child out of candy.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll give you the money and gear! Just don't kill me!"

Under this invisible pressure, the thirty-something man with nowhere to go seemed on the verge of a breakdown. His originally fierce face showed hints of weakness and pity, hurriedly taking something out from his pocket space.

But in the next moment, the man who had appeared so weak turned and aimed what he had just taken out at Wang Zhifan's head, yelling furiously:

"Die, you bastard!!!"

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