"Yes, it's her! Her gun is real!"
"The boss said, in this building, everyone but her can be provoked!"
"Bro Three, you've really bumped into the business end of a gun this time!" The last man's words, it was unclear whether he stumbled out of genuine worry or was reveling in schadenfreude.
It sounded quite inviting for a beating.
Scarred Man listened to the crowd, incredulously glancing at Jiang Yan with twitching muscles at the corners of his mouth, "You, are you really that Jiang Yan?!"
Jiang Yan ignored him and sternly commanded, "Throw your knife away!"
She was already standing on the steps of the staircase, occupying the advantageous high ground.
Now with a gun in her hand, even though she was slender, she still exuded an immense sense of oppression.
"Granny! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm throwing it! I'm throwing it now!!" Scarred Man babbled with legs slightly bending, and the knife in his hand clattered to the ground with a clang.