Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 500: Frenzied Shooting

Xu Xiangbei’s peripheral vision had been fixed on the two elderly assassins, planning to take them on after defeating the skinny assassin.

But after dealing with the skinny one, he was surprised to find that the two elderly assassins, looking quite advanced in years, with gray hair, moved faster than young men.

They quickly pulled out long objects from the leisure bags under the table, wrapped tightly in cloth.

Xu Xiangbei sneered with disdain, "What are you holding there, wrapped up so tight? Afraid of the wind or of dropping it? Protecting it so well?"

The two old assassins paid him no mind, instead silently unwrapping the cloth strip from the long objects, and when Xu Xiangbei saw what they were, his face changed dramatically.

Those long objects weren’t swords; instead, they were two crude homemade guns. Though the welding on the barrels was rough and slightly rusty, the crazed gleam of joy in the men’s eyes told Xu Xiangbei that their guns were not toys.

What made Xu Xiangbei even more nervous was that the other two assassins, disguised as a couple, had also drawn pistols with silencers, quietly aiming at Seventh Sister.

Just as the assassins were about to pull the trigger, in a moment of extreme peril, Xu Xiangbei leaped and grabbed Seventh Sister, rolling behind a table, flipping it over with a kick.

A fierce barrage of bullets followed immediately.

The tables at the Crown KTV were indeed high quality, with solid wood legs and marble tops, splendid and majestic, and unexpectedly, they also served as excellent bullet shields.

Bullets hit the table, sending splinters of wood, stone fragments, and pieces of glass bottles flying everywhere, as Xu Xiangbei tightly held onto Seventh Sister, keeping his body within the table’s protective range.

All four assassins knew of Xu Xiangbei’s formidable Iron Gall skills and dared not get too close, standing afar and shooting wildly.

In no time, the performance hall became a flurry of bullets, shattered glass, and fragments of tables and chairs, swirling like a heavy snowstorm, turning everything into chaos.

Hearing of the commotion, Iron Head contacted Ah Mao in the surveillance room via walkie-talkie: "Ah Mao, what’s going on in the performance hall?"

Ah Mao’s voice sounded very anxious: "Brother Tie Tiao, the cameras in the hall have been destroyed, we can’t see anything. At first, we only knew there was fighting, and that they had knives."

Iron Head picked up an electric baton from the security room and called to the guards: "These bastards, fighting is one thing, but smashing our cameras is too far. Let’s go settle the score with them."

"Come on, let’s go settle the score with them."

In the corridor to the performance hall, seeing a guest running frantically, Iron Head grabbed him and asked, "What’s happening in the performance hall?"

Panting and still in shock, the guest replied, "It was terrifying, they had knives, a lot of people fighting hard. Everyone rushed out, and we just managed to get out, didn’t dare to stay long."

Hearing there were several people with knives made the security a bit tense: "Brother Tie Tiao, seems quite a few are causing trouble, the guests are all scared."

Iron Head waved the electric baton in his hand, boasting to his subordinates, "Don’t be afraid, just follow me. They dare to cause trouble on my turf, I’ll show them Iron Head’s might. Back in the day, with one stick, I knocked down more than twenty small-time thugs wielding machetes."

Hearing Iron Head’s heroic tale, the guards gained confidence.

"Daring to cause trouble on Brother Tie Tiao’s turf, they’ve got a lot of nerve."

"Brother Tie Tiao, let them taste your might."

"Brother Tie Tiao, give them a thorough thrashing."

Iron Head and a few guards, armed with electric batons, aggressively headed to the performance hall.

Just as they reached the entrance of the hall, before stepping over the threshold, they heard fierce gunfire inside. The bullets had damaged the sound system, silencing the music, leaving only the sound of the bullet storm.

They gently pushed the door open a crack, peering inside to find two elderly assassins with fierce glares, holding guns and firing wildly, sending bottle and fruit plate fragments flying.

Two young men with pistols were also shooting.

Even the guards, including Iron Head, were so frightened they backed away; one guard stuttered in fear, "They’re using—using guns."

"Still using guns, are they playing real-life CS?"

The guards’ faces turned pale as they looked at their batons, retreating to the door’s sides, no one daring to go in.

The guard brothers still pinned their hopes on Iron Head, "Brother Tie Tiao, have you ever used an electric baton to block bullets?"

"Brother Tie Tiao, can your Iron Head block bullets?"

Iron Head shook his head like a rattle drum, smiling wryly, "You think I’m a god? With firepower this intense, even I, Iron Head, am just flesh and blood, can’t stop bullets."

"Brother Tie Tiao, what should we do then?"

Iron Head helplessly replied, "We should call the police."

Xu Xiangbei held tightly onto Seventh Sister, feeling her body as soft as cotton, shielding her under his strong chest.

He had expected her to be frightened, but was surprised to find that she not only wasn’t scared, but had a delighted, shy expression.

She was wrapped around him like a belt, binding closely to Xu Xiangbei’s body, without an ounce of space for him to press down on her.

Facing each other as closely as possible, there couldn’t be the slightest gap between them, as a bigger gap meant greater risk of being shot. They had to keep their bodies within the table’s safe zone.

Xu Xiangbei smiled wryly, "Sorry, I can only press against you. If I lift my butt even a little, I’ll get shot."

A blush spread across Seventh Sister’s face. It’s her first time ever being pressed in a position this awkward and even wicked with a man.

Understanding clearly what Seventh Sister meant, Xu Xiangbei grimaced, "I can’t move, you’re hugging me too tightly."

Seventh Sister dared not look into Xu Xiangbei’s eyes, turning her face away shyly, "Then let’s just stay like this and not move."