Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

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"Awesome, Brother Sun, pop him!"

Seeing Ye Fan targeted at the head with an old-fashioned shotgun by Sun Yao, a group of street thugs that he overturned couldn't help but bare their teeth and burst into wild laughter.

With a gun in hand, one rules the world!

Brandishing the old-fashioned shotgun, Sun Yao held an air of arrogance, eyes full of contempt as he sneered at Ye Fan, "Why aren't you fighting back? Or are you planning on becoming my grandson?"

"Aren't you afraid that your shotgun is so old it won't fire any bullets?" Ye Fan taunted.

"Won't fire any bullets?"

Furious to see Ye Fan still making fun of him even when death was looming, Sun Yao roared, "Whether it fires bullets or not, we'll know once I shoot it at your head!"

"It's over!" Deng Gang's aged face showed sheer panic.

Zhuang Jingwen's exquisite features changed; she knew Ye Fan could fight, but whether he could withstand a bullet was another story.

As the old saying goes, "No matter how high your martial arts are, you fear a kitchen knife," let alone Sun Yao's old-fashioned shotgun in his hand—if he fired, it could mean someone's death.

Sun Yao sneered maliciously, "Old Man Deng, don't rush, after I pop this kid, you're next!"

"Young man, it's all my fault!" Deng Gang was in deep distress.

Having lived a lifetime, and losing his family because of him, Deng Gang had long been indifferent to life and death. But to involve Ye Fan in his final moments was the last thing he wanted.

In front of the crowd, Ye Fan remained unperturbed, "Old Deng, my life is tough, it's not so easy to take it away!"

"Hah! Life's tough, huh? Don't believe that I can pop you right now?" Sun Yao was infuriated.

Ye Fan stood undaunted, "If you've got the guts, then shoot!"

"You..."

Upon hearing those words from Ye Fan, Sun Yao was so angry he almost had a heart attack. Wasn't this a blatant challenge to his authority?

At the same time, Sun Yao couldn't help but suspect, could his old shotgun really have become faulty with age?

But for the sake of saving face, Sun Yao's face darkened as he declared, "Fine! Fine! Fine! Kid, since you think your life is too long, I'll end it right now! After I finish you off, I'll take care of Old Deng!"

Having said that, a vicious look flashed across Sun Yao's face, and he brazenly pulled the trigger of the old-fashioned shotgun aimed at Ye Fan's forehead.

"Ye Fan!"

"Young man!"

Upon seeing Sun Yao take action, Zhuang Jingwen and Sun Yao simultaneously changed their expressions.

"So many have wanted to kill me, but you're not up to the task!"

At the instant Sun Yao pulled the trigger, Ye Fan's right hand blurred into a phantom and grabbed the barrel of the gun, exerting force suddenly, causing the gun barrel to aim skywards in an instant.

Bang!!!

Before the eyes of all, a thunderous shotgun blast reverberated through the retirement home.

No sooner had the gunfire echoed than Ye Fan delivered a powerful kick at lightning speed to Sun Yao's abdomen. Caught off guard, Sun Yao staggered backward, and the old-fashioned shotgun fell into Ye Fan's hands.

Having taken the old-fashioned shotgun, Ye Fan immediately aimed it at Sun Yao and chambered a round to fire.

Bang!

Another shotgun blast sounded, and the bullet grazed Sun Yao's scalp, carrying away a swath of his hair.

"Oh my momma!"

Scared out of his wits, Sun Yao felt goosebumps all over, and seeing the raging fury in Ye Fan's eyes, his knees buckled, and he thudded to the ground before Ye Fan, pleading desperately, "Big... Big brother, don't kill me, please, don't be rash, don't kill me!"

Sun Yao was no fool; he could see that Ye Fan was not an ordinary man and was indeed capable of killing him.

"Damn! How... How is this possible?"

Seeing Ye Fan dodge the bullet and successfully snatch the old-fashioned shotgun, the group of beaten street thugs were nearly popping their eyes out of their sockets.

"This young man is incredible!"

Having witnessed Ye Fan dodging a bullet and seizing the old shotgun, Deng Gang, long retired, felt a spark of admiration.

Zhuang Jingwen was even more astounded, her exquisite face filled with excitement.

Holding the old-fashioned shotgun, and staring down at Sun Yao kneeling on the ground, Ye Fan sneered, "Weren't you going to kill me? Why are you kneeling now?"

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"Big brother, it's like the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, I was just kidding earlier!" Sun Yao forced out a smile.

He could never have dreamed that, at the critical moment, Ye Fan would point the gun barrel into the sky, nor could he have imagined his old hunting gun being snatched away by Ye Fan.

Ye Fan sneered, "Just a joke?"

With that, Ye Fan loaded the gun, ready to pull the trigger.

"Big brother, I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake, please spare me!"

Seeing that Ye Fan was serious, Sun Yao felt a wetness in his crotch as a strong smell of urine filled the air—he had actually been scared into wetting himself.

"Spare you? Did you ever spare any of the old people who died in the nursing home?"

Thinking of Sun Yao's slaughter of the nursing home elderly, Ye Fan's anger surged, and he aimed at Sun Yao's head ready to pull the trigger.

Beep beep! Beep beep!

Just then, a series of alarm sounds rang out; two cars sped in, and several uniformed men quickly got out.

The leading man, seeing Ye Fan holding the old hunting gun aimed at Sun Yao, his expression changed and he immediately pulled out his pistol and shouted, "Put down the hunting gun right now, or we'll open fire!"

"Put down the hunting gun!"

The group of uniformed young men who followed him all drew their pistols and aimed at Ye Fan.

Seeing the leading man, Sun Yao exclaimed with surprise like a drowning man grasping a straw, "Uncle, save me!"

The leading man, named Sun Xing, was Sun Yao's father's blood brother and currently the Chief of Public Security for the area.

Earlier, Sun Xing was carrying out a mission in the area; hearing the gunshot, he immediately led people over, arriving just in time to catch the moment Ye Fan was about to kill Sun Yao.

"I order you to put the hunting gun down right now!" Sun Xing bellowed.

Sun Yao was the biological son of his elder brother; Sun Xing naturally wanted to protect Sun Yao. If Ye Fan dared to fire at Sun Yao, he was determined to beat Ye Fan to a pulp.

"Sun Xing, it was your nephew who struck first!"

Deng Gang recognized Sun Xing and furrowed his brow as he spoke up decisively.

Sun Xing sneered, "Old Chief, this is none of your business, shut your mouth!"

Before Deng Gang retired, he was the head of the Central Plains public security department, a highly authoritative figure. Sun Xing would not dare to offend him.

Now that Deng Gang had retired and no longer held significant power, Sun Xing saw him as nothing more than trash, not giving him any regard.

"Sun Xing, you..."

Deng Gang's face turned an iron blue with anger when chastised by Sun Xing.

"Kid, if you don't put down the hunting gun now, I'm going to have to fire!" Sun Xing shouted again.

Ye Fan raised an eyebrow; he had not expected the public security officers to arrive at this time, nor had he expected Sun Xing to be Sun Yao's uncle.

With Deng Gang and Zhuang Jingwen at the scene, if he acted against Sun Yao, it would surely implicate them both. To avoid any further issues, Ye Fan said coldly, "Fine, I will put down the hunting gun!"

As he spoke, Ye Fan threw the old hunting gun onto the ground.

"That's more like it!" Sun Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Fan throw away the old hunting gun.

Then he turned to Sun Yao, "Are you alright?"

"Uncle, I'm fine, just got some superficial injuries!" Sun Yao replied.

Assured that Sun Yao was not seriously harmed, Sun Xing snorted coldly, "Daring to stir up trouble and illegally possessing a hunting gun, someone take this guy away!"

"Yes, Captain!" A group of uniformed youths quickly advanced.

Feeling reprieved, Sun Yao glared at Ye Fan with a cold smile, "Didn't expect that, did you, kid? My uncle arrived just in time! Daring to lay a hand on me, you're finished. I'll have my uncle find some random charge to lock you up, and then I'll find death-row inmates in the prison to torture you until you die!"

"Also, once you're inside, I will have Old Deng killed and cooked to feed the dogs of the nursing home! And about that pretty little girl you brought, I'll take good care of her, hahaha! Aren't you infuriated? I love seeing you wanting to kill me but unable to do a thing!"

At this moment, Sun Yao decided to first detain Ye Fan, then kill Deng Gang, and afterward forcefully take Zhuang Jingwen.

"You're asking for death!" Upon hearing those words, Ye Fan's eyes flickered with murderous intent.

With scornful laughter, Sun Yao taunted, "My uncle is here, do you think I'm afraid of you? You can go ahead and try, but if I'm scared of you, I'll be your grandson!" Experience tales at empire

As he spoke, Sun Yao arrogantly patted Ye Fan on the cheek, full of provocation.