White Hair Old Man's face was covered in cold sweat at this mont.
The Japanese sword pressing against his neck had already cut through the skin, and blood was flowing down. Ding Fan's aura was strong; the chilling murderous intent made White Hair Old Man have no doubt that the man in front of him could act on his threats at any mont.
"Everyone, put down your weapons right f****** now," White Hair Old Man shouted to the crowd.
When the boss spoke, the punks below dared not disobey. In an instant, the machetes and steel pipes in their hands were thrown to the ground.
"Brother Fan, be careful!" At that mont, Mu Zi suddenly shouted to Ding Fan as if she had noticed sothing.
At the sa ti, a gunshot rang out from a two-story building in the distance.
A reflection had swept across them a mont ago, and Mu Zi quickly realized there was a sniper on the second floor. However, the mont she warned Ding Fan, the sniper had already fired.
Although Mu Zi was a re woman, she was still a mber of Squad 3567, familiar with all kinds of firearms in the world. She recognized the sound instantly—it was from a Huaxia Country Type 85 sniper rifle.
The sniper rifle was powerful and highly lethal. At that mont, Mu Zi's heart leaped to her throat as she sincerely prayed the bullet wasn't ant for Ding Fan.
If the bullet was indeed ant for Ding Fan, it ant his chances of survival were slim.
What happened next left Mu Zi utterly stunned. After the sound of the shot, Ding Fan extended two fingers. Amidst the gaze of the onlookers, he incredibly caught the approaching bullet between those two fingers!
What the hell! Catching a bullet with his fingers!?
All present witnessed this, their mouths gaping open in shock.
Catching bullets barehanded was already beyond their comprehension, and now Ding Fan not only caught a bullet barehanded but it was from a sniper rifle!
What does it an to be incredibly aweso?
This was it!
At this mont, Zhu Hua's eyeballs almost popped out. By now, he finally understood why Ding Fan said he could help him deal with the Tiger Gang.
If he could catch sniper bullets with his bare hands, what couldn't he do?
At this ti, White Hair Old Man was completely dumbfounded. What kind of being was he facing, who could catch bullets with his bare hands? For God's sake, how freakishly powerful could he be?
Ding Fan's action completely crushed White Hair Old Man's spirit. Even if Ding Fan let him go, he could only tuck his tail and run off obediently. How could he dare provoke such a powerful individual as Ding Fan?
After catching the bullet, Ding Fan didn't pause at all; he imdiately pulled out an iron nail and aid it in the direction from which the bullet had co, launching it swiftly.
A harsh screeching sound as it sliced through the air arose, causing everyone present to feel a tingling sensation on their scalps. What the heck was that, so aweso!
Others couldn't see clearly what Ding Fan had thrown, but Mu Zi saw it clearly. After all, Mu Zi belonged to Squad 3567; at least she had so discernnt.
What Ding Fan shot was an iron nail.
Previously, he had killed several mbers of the Tiger Gang with iron nails. However, the direction in which Ding Fan now shot the iron nail was at least three hundred ters away.
Such a distance was so great that even rifles might not hit their target; how could Ding Fan's iron nail possibly hit its mark?
Not to ntion accuracy, with such a distance involved, what could possibly propel the iron nail through the air?
Mu Zi didn't waste ti talking with the mbers of the Tiger Gang. She imdiately dashed towards the place from where the gunshot had sounded.
First, Mu Zi wanted to see if Ding Fan's iron nail had indeed killed the sniper. Secondly, if Ding Fan's iron nail hadn't killed the sniper, Mu Zi would personally slay him.
Being targeted by a sniper from afar was extrely terrifying.
Mu Zi was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, she had already dashed away into the distance. The helpers of White Hair Old Man's watching were stunned.
Previously, Mu Zi wore a mask, and he thought she was a local, but now it was apparent she wasn't. With movents like hers, she could have won dals at the Olympics. In Moha City, no one could match her speed.
By now, White Hair Old Man too had realized that Mu Zi was far from ordinary. He genuinely regretted provoking such formidable people.
Mu Zi left quickly, and returned just as quickly, holding a sniper rifle in one hand and dragging a corpse with the other.
Arriving before the crowd, Mu Zi threw the corpse down before them. Onlookers saw a red dot at the center of the corpse's forehead, identical to the deaths of the Tiger Gang mbers.
"I can't believe it… it actually reached this extent..." Gao Shan, who had been paralyzed by Ding Fan and thrown in the corner, stared blankly at the corpse Mu Zi had brought back.
When Ding Fan threw the iron nail, Gao Shan saw it too. After all, Gao Shan was also a Jonin, so he had so experience.
However, Gao Shan did not believe at that ti that Ding Fan's iron nail could kill the sniper.
To shoot a target 300 ters away with an iron nail required trendous control over accuracy and strength. In Gao Shan's experience, even the most skilled Jonin couldn't possibly shoot a sniper dead from such a distance with a single iron nail.
But just when Gao Shan thought it was absolutely impossible, Mu Zi brought back the sniper's body, which was shot right between the eyebrows, hitting the mark perfectly.
"To be this powerful at such a young age... it's really unimaginable!" Gao Shan shook his head, his face filled with disbelief.
Ding Fan was just past twenty, and already so formidable. How much more powerful could he beco given more ti?
It was truly unimaginable.
"Brother Fan, it was the Tiger Gang who arranged the sniper!" Mu Zi pointed at the body and told Ding Fan.
Ding Fan looked at the body lying on the ground, indeed clothed in the Tiger Gang's attire.
The White Hair Old Man was dumbstruck at the mont. "Big Brother! Our Tiger Gang really doesn't have any snipers, brother, this guy isn't one of us!"
At that mont, a shrewd gangster from the White Hair Old Man's group walked over, closely recognized the body, and then directly addressed Ding Fan.
"I know this guy. His na is Ruan Ming, and he's from the Vietnam Gang... I've dealt with him before."
After hearing what his underling had to say, the White Hair Old Man nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes... this man indeed belongs to the Vietnam Gang. Brother, if you spare , I will be at your service. I'll take my n to wipe out those bastards from the Vietnam Gang right now... They really tried to harm !"
Ding Fan pondered for a mont.
When Mu Zi brought the body, Ding Fan had already been sure of the man's connections with the Vietnam Gang.
The body exuded the sll of alcohol and so rot, which was exactly the sll Ding Fan had encountered earlier in the Helicopter Bar.
At this mont, adding to what the White Hair Old Man's underling had said, Ding Fan was even more certain that the sniper was from the Vietnam Gang.
Ding Fan's expression darkened at that point, realizing he hadn't instilled enough fear in them before; the Vietnam Gang had dared to send a sniper to kill him.
Ding Fan's expression turned extrely grim.
Perhaps sensing the change in Ding Fan's deanor, the White Hair Old Man hurriedly kneeled before him. He had now realized that a person like Ding Fan was not soone he could afford to provoke. He simply hoped that by showing so submissive behavior, Ding Fan might have a change of heart and let him go.
But, the White Hair Old Man was being too naive.
After dealing with the Vietnam Gang, Ding Fan had learned that being rciful to these gangs was akin to being cruel to himself.
If it weren't for Ding Fan's cultivation being what it was, he might have already been shot in the head by soone from the Vietnam Gang.
Having made a mistake once, Ding Fan would not make it a second ti!
Ding Fan's right hand transford into a Hand Blade, and he swung it.
A streak of blood shot out. The White Hair Old Man didn't even whimper before his bulky head was chopped off, and blood splattered everywhere, creating a horrifying scene.
The gangsters present recoiled at the sight.
In Moha City, they were no strangers to murder and arson, but they had never seen soone like Ding Fan, who was cold and ruthless.
Suddenly, the seventeen or eighteen gang mbers of the Tiger Gang still standing trembled, every man for himself... Ding Fan alone had terrified the entire Tiger Gang into silence.
Zhu Hua, watching the White Hair Old Man getting slain by Ding Fan, finally let out a breath that had been stuck in his chest.
This White Hair Old Man had been a tyrant in Moha City, taking whatever and whoever he wanted. If not for Ding Fan's arrival, he might have been driven to death by the White Hair Old Man by now.
Seeing the bully of Moha City die so miserably brought Zhu Hua a surge of joy, yet it still felt surreal, as everything had happened too quickly.
"Big Brother, we're just lackeys; we're just trying to make a living. Please spare us." At that mont, one of the Tiger Gang's gang mbers directly kneeled before Ding Fan.
One person knelt down, and the rest quickly followed suit. Soon, the Tiger Gang mbers were all obediently kneeling before Ding Fan.
Their expressions were grave and solemn. They didn't dare show the slightest disrespect, fearing that any extra movent might provoke Ding Fan to kill them as well.
"Tiger Gang is disbanded from now on. If you offend again..." As Ding Fan spoke, he glanced at the many gang mbers kneeling on the ground. "There will be no rcy!"
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