Luo Fenhao was ready to enjoy the show.
Lin Xuan remained leisurely, his demeanor unruffled.
"Boss, I have a bad feeling—he looks too confident. What if he actually has a way to counter us?" one of the gang members muttered nervously.
"Impossible. He’s just putting on a front," Luo Fenhao declared with certainty.
The two members of the Black Right Gang advanced step by step toward Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan’s gaze turned icy.
Luo Fenhao raised his voice. "I’m a man who values talent. You’ve got some skill—I’ll admit that. So here’s my offer: leave the Golden Dragon Gang and join us. I’ll overlook the fact that you tricked my subordinate into hitting me. In fact, I’ll even give you a high-ranking position in our gang. What do you say?"
Lin Xuan scoffed. "Sorry, but I’m not interested in anything you’re offering."
Luo Fenhao’s expression darkened instantly. "Looks like you’d rather do this the hard way. Fine, I won’t hold back anymore."
"Get him! Now!" Luo Fenhao barked.
"And don’t underestimate him—he’s got some skills," he added as an afterthought.
"Yes, sir!" The two subordinates moved forward.
The other Black Right Gang members watching from the sidelines began whispering among themselves.
"What’s going on? I have a feeling this guy is seriously strong. He might just dodge our guys like it’s nothing."
"Relax, we’ve got numbers on our side. Even if those two fail, we can all rush him at once. No way he can take on all of us."
"Yeah, you’re right."
The worried member let out a small sigh of relief.
"Ahhh—!"
The two men charged, fists clenched.
Lin Xuan remained perfectly calm.
As one fist hurtled toward his face, Lin Xuan casually reached out and caught it mid-air.
The attacker’s eyes widened in shock.
The second man swung at Lin Xuan, but again, Lin Xuan dodged effortlessly.
Then, in one fluid motion, Lin Xuan grabbed Li Tian and hurled him into the other attacker.
"Ahhh—!"
They crashed to the ground, groaning in pain.
Boom!
The rest of the gang members instinctively took a step back.
"Jiang Yixing and Li Tian are some of our strongest fighters… and yet they couldn’t even touch him. It’s like they were completely powerless against him."
"Exactly! His skills are terrifying."
Even Luo Fenhao was stunned.
How could two of his best men be taken down so easily?
But no matter how strong one man was, he couldn’t fight an entire gang alone.
"Everyone—attack at once!" Luo Fenhao roared.
The Black Right Gang members were indeed intimidated by Lin Xuan’s strength, but they shared Luo Fenhao’s belief that sheer numbers would overwhelm him.
"Yes, sir!" they shouted in unison.
Fists raised, they surged forward like a tide.
"Ahhh—!"
Their battle cries shook the air.
Lin Xuan’s expression remained indifferent.
His lazy gaze swept over them.
Only when they were nearly upon him did he finally move.
His steps were swift, weaving effortlessly between the attackers.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sounds of combat echoed around them.
Luo Fenhao’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull as he watched his men fall one after another.
What… what the hell is this?!
How can so many people fail against just one man?
And after fighting for so long, he doesn’t even look tired!
Just how inhuman is his stamina?!
Where the hell did the Golden Dragon Gang find this monster?!
Luo Fenhao’s mind raced for a solution.
This man had to be dealt with—now.
Then, an idea struck him.
He reached into his pocket and felt the cold metal of a gun.
A grin spread across his face.
Perfect.
His pants were specially designed, with a hidden compartment for the gun—that’s why Lin Xuan hadn’t found it earlier.
Luo Fenhao drew the weapon and aimed it at Lin Xuan, who was still effortlessly dismantling his men.
A cruel smirk twisted his lips.
So what if he’s strong?
No one’s faster than a bullet.
Luo Fenhao pulled the trigger.
His marksmanship was flawless—this shot would go straight through Lin Xuan’s skull.
This was the end.
Excitement burned in Luo Fenhao’s eyes.
The bullet left the barrel, streaking toward Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan had just kicked away another attacker when he noticed the gun pointed at him.
One eyebrow arched.
He didn’t dodge.
Instead, as the bullet neared, he raised a gloved hand—and caught it between his fingers.
"Look! H-he—he just caught a bullet!" one of the gang members stammered, his voice shaking.
None of them had ever seen anyone stop a bullet mid-flight like that.
This was beyond insane.
The entire gang stood frozen, jaws slack, staring at Lin Xuan in disbelief.
When they finally snapped out of it, they scrambled backward, putting as much distance between themselves and Lin Xuan as possible.
This guy… this freak could catch bullets.
No way were they fighting him.
Terrifying.
Luo Fenhao swallowed hard, his throat dry.
One subordinate leaned in and whispered, "Boss… maybe we should retreat. This guy’s a monster. We can deal with the Golden Dragon Gang another day."
"Our lives are more important."
At first, he’d thought Lin Xuan was just bluffing when he challenged them all.
But now it was clear—he was the real deal.
Luo Fenhao gritted his teeth. "It was just one bullet—probably a fluke. No way he can catch every shot."
"All it takes is one miss… and he’s dead."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Luo Fenhao fired again and again.
By the end, his hands were trembling.
Every. Single. Bullet.
Lin Xuan had caught them all.
With a flick of his wrist, Lin Xuan dropped the bullets to the ground.
His eyes locked onto Luo Fenhao.
The gaze was like that of a demon from hell.
Luo Fenhao’s blood ran cold.
"What are you all standing around for?! Attack him!" he screamed.
The gang members hesitated, but when Lin Xuan’s cold glare swept over them, their legs refused to move.
"You useless cowards!" Luo Fenhao snarled.
Sweat beaded on his forehead—fear had taken hold.
If he didn’t kill Lin Xuan now, he was the one who’d end up dead.
"Click—"
Luo Fenhao pulled the trigger again.
But the gun was empty.
No bullets left.
His legs nearly gave out.
This man was unstoppable.
As Lin Xuan closed in, Luo Fenhao threw a desperate punch.
Lin Xuan grabbed his arm and shoulder, flipping him over in a brutal arc.
"Crash—!"
Luo Fenhao's back slammed heavily onto the ground, producing a dull thud.
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