Chapter 44: Chapter 43: Isn't living good?

Upon hearing the gunshots, Fang Zheng's eyelids twitched. He glanced at the smoking hole in the ground nearby and turned helplessly. Behind him stood six or seven young men pointing their pistols at him. Leading them was the ruffian leader he had beaten to a pulp earlier, his face still swollen and bruised.

"Hey, you bastard!"

The ruffian leader raised his gun, glaring viciously at Fang Zheng. His accomplices beside him exuded arrogance, emboldened by their firearms. Just moments ago, they were on the verge of kneeling before Fang Zheng, but now they seemed eager to make Fang Zheng kneel before them instead.

"Had your fun hitting me earlier, huh? Think you're tough? Come on, let's see which is tougher, your fists or my gun!"

"Sigh..."

Fang Zheng felt no fear as he stared down the barrel of the gun; he almost found it laughable. He never expected that simply roughing up a couple of ruffians would lead them to track him down for revenge. What kind of absurdity was this?