Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

A gun!

This middle-aged woman actually had a gun!

Wang Ruoxi's face turned pale, her expression filled with extreme fear. Her complexion was ashen as paper as she trembled and stammered, "You... how do you have a gun?! In China, illegal possession of a firearm is a serious crime!"

Any modern person would be familiar with firearms—these lethal weapons! Whether through movies, TV dramas, or news reports, the message was almost always the same: being held at gunpoint basically meant death! As long as one was human, getting shot meant either death or serious injury.

Now, this middle-aged woman had actually pulled out a handgun and pressed it against Qin Heng's lower back. With just a light pull of the trigger, the bullet would fire! It would pierce directly through a person's lower back! A lesser outcome would be instant death; a worse one, paralysis for life! Either outcome would be incredibly tragic.

"I must say, you two are truly idiotic!" The middle-aged woman sneered contemptuously. "Possessing a firearm is a serious crime, true, but isn't robbery also a serious crime? How stupid!"

"Little girl, you were cooperating quite well just now!" The middle-aged man walked up to Wang Ruoxi, produced a fruit knife, and pointed it at her slender, fair neck. He said with a smirk, "Playing the loving couple, were you? Now, take off your clothes for me immediately!"

Both of them were extremely arrogant and unrestrained. Clearly, they believed that with the middle-aged woman's gun, they could keep Qin Heng completely subdued, ensuring he wouldn't dare make the slightest move. Although they knew something about the prowess of Martial Artists, their understanding was clearly very limited.

"Kid, you seem quite fond of this little girl, don't you?" the middle-aged woman continued to press the gun against Qin Heng's lower back and sneered. "Now I'm going to make you watch, wide-eyed, as she's toyed with! You little bitch! Take off your clothes! Didn't you hear me?!"

"Just kill me then!" Wang Ruoxi cried, closing her eyes as two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks. Coming from a Scholar Family with a very traditional upbringing, she had almost no intimate contact with the opposite sex growing up. To her, stripping in public was a fate worse than death.

"Want to die? It won't be that easy!" the middle-aged man said, arrogantly brandishing the fruit knife. "You don't want to? Then I'll help you! HAHAHA!"

He walked towards Wang Ruoxi with a greedy leer, his empty left hand waggling its fingers at her. His gaze was full of malice, completely unrestrained and arrogant to the extreme.

Wang Ruoxi was indeed very beautiful, possessing a pure temperament and an air of scholarly grace reminiscent of a sheltered young lady from a distinguished family of old. Crucially, beneath this innocent demeanor, she possessed a perfect figure. At 1.65 meters tall, she was exquisitely proportioned, with clearly defined curves! She was, quite simply, a top-tier beauty!

Yet, in the middle-aged man's eyes, such beauty was an irritant. He wanted to utterly destroy this perfection to satisfy his twisted desire for conquest!

"You... don't come any closer! Don't come near me!" Wang Ruoxi cried, her face pale with fright. She hugged her shoulders and stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on the middle-aged man in immense terror.

"HEHEHE! Little beauty! Don't be afraid! HAHAHA!" The middle-aged man approached Wang Ruoxi with a lecherous expression, his smile utterly disgusting.

"See that, kid? This kindhearted and rather brave little beauty is about to meet her end!" The middle-aged woman shook her head and sighed. "What a pity! Actually, this is all your fault. If you'd just quietly handed over the money, at worst you would have lost a few organs. And after we grew tired of the little girl, we could have sold her off to some remote village to be a wife for one of the bachelors there. Now, you're all going to die! Not a single one of you will survive!"

She didn't consider it her fault in the slightest; instead, she believed it was all because Qin Heng and Wang Ruoxi didn't know what was good for them!

"Indeed, you deserve to die," Qin Heng said indifferently.

Then, he simply walked forward, completely ignoring the gun in the middle-aged woman's hand. He came up behind the middle-aged man and, in one swift motion, grabbed him by the nape of his neck. He lifted the man entirely into the air, his feet dangling, struggling violently!

"You motherf*cker! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" the middle-aged man screamed in terror. He felt as if he'd been hoisted into the sky, his legs flailing wildly.

The man was only a little over 1.6 meters tall. Qin Heng's hand, raised at an angle, likely reached a height of about 2.3 meters, lifting the middle-aged man so high that his feet were more than seventy centimeters off the ground! In front of Qin Heng, who was over 1.9 meters tall—nearly two meters—the middle-aged man seemed like a child, completely powerless to resist!

"Let him go! Or I'll shoot!" the middle-aged woman shrieked. Her expression was one of utter shock. She had never imagined Qin Heng wouldn't even be afraid of a gun!

"Be careful!" Wang Ruoxi cried out, extremely terrified. She saw the middle-aged woman raise her handgun, gripping it with both hands in a shooting stance. Clearly, she was about to fire at Qin Heng!

WHIZZ!

At that very moment, a sound of something slicing through the air erupted. Qin Heng snatched the fruit knife from the middle-aged man's hand and, with a casual flick of his wrist, threw it. It directly pierced the gun in the middle-aged woman's hand.

Instantly, the handgun was sliced in two!

The middle-aged woman was stunned. She stared blankly at the remaining half of the handgun in her grip, frozen, her gaze shifting to Qin Heng in utter disbelief.

"How is that possible?! How can this be?! It can't be! That was just a fruit knife! How could it possibly slice a gun in half?! Who... who the hell are you?!"

The middle-aged man, still held aloft by Qin Heng, was also dumbfounded, his expression a picture. Moments ago, he had been fiercely questioning Qin Heng; now, he was instantly servile, his voice dripping with sycophancy:

"Great Hero! Sir! No, Grandfather! Ancestor! I beg you, please spare me! I'll definitely turn over a new leaf, do good deeds, and never dare to commit evil again!"

A wise man knows when to yield to circumstances—a philosophy this middle-aged man understood deeply.

"If begging for mercy were effective, what use would strength be?" Qin Heng sneered. With a slight tremor of the hand gripping the man's nape, a terrifying force instantly surged from his palm into the man's body!

CRACKLE!

A series of sickening sounds erupted. All the bones in the middle-aged man's body shattered, and his internal organs ruptured. Blood soon flowed from his seven orifices—an extremely gruesome sight. His head lolled to one side, his state of life or death unknown.

THUD!

Qin Heng carelessly tossed the man, now little more than a pile of mush, to the side. He then turned to the middle-aged woman and said indifferently, "Next, it's your turn."

"I beg you, please don't kill me! I truly know I was wrong!" The middle-aged woman knelt, repeatedly kowtowing to Qin Heng and begging for mercy, apparently having completely given up any resistance.

However, as Qin Heng approached, she suddenly whipped out a shiny silver mini-pistol from her pants pocket. In an instant, she sprang up, aiming the barrel straight at Qin Heng!

"HAHAHA! You idiot! Who told you *this mama* only had one gun?! Go to hell!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A rapid series of gunshots erupted. The middle-aged woman looked maniacal, her eyes bloodshot, her killing intent palpable!

Bullet after bullet!

Fired continuously!

Without exception, they all flew towards Qin Heng!

It's over...

Wang Ruoxi's face instantly turned ashen. She felt the hope that had just been ignited shatter once more. Her vision blurred, and she nearly fainted.