Chapter 55 — It Was a Sensational Fight (Part Three)
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"A gun—they came with a gun!" Zhang Xiaohua shrieked, pointing at Brother Black Panther.
At her cry, the other teachers all turned to look at Brother Black Panther—and sure enough, at some point he had produced a jet-black pistol, aimed straight at Wei Zhao.
"Nobody move—call the police, quick!" Wang Zhifeng sensed at once that this was bad. This was already beyond the school's ability to handle. He had never imagined that Brother Black Panther and his lot would dare to draw a gun on school grounds; once this blew up into a real disaster, it was not something he, a mere dean of discipline, could shoulder. The principal, most likely, would be dragged into it too...
What Wei Zhao had not expected was that Brother Black Panther would turn desperate, and rather than concede, would pull a gun on him.
"You little bastard, weren't you acting tough? Go on, act tough! Fuck, you see what I've got in my hand? Bet you've never seen one of these, huh?" Brother Black Panther was in agony all over, but he was also thoroughly enjoying himself; he loved this feeling of looking down on someone.
"It's just a gun, isn't it?" Wei Zhao glanced at Brother Black Panther and said flatly.
At those words, Brother Black Panther nearly exploded with rage. What did the brat mean, just a gun? Did he think it was a toy? Brother Black Panther was deeply nettled. He knew that one twitch of his hand would be the end of Wei Zhao, but what he wanted even more was to see Wei Zhao scared witless and begging for his life.
"That's right, it's a gun. So go to hell, kid!" A cruel, savage light flickered in Brother Black Panther's eyes.
"Bang..." A gunshot tore across the sky above the school playground... Every teacher and student was frozen in shock.
They had never imagined that anyone would dare to fire a gun in a school, let alone commit murder with one. And at this moment, the most nervous of all were those six people...
Gu Mengyao tightened her grip on Shen Yushu's small hand; sweat had soaked her entire palm. The instant Brother Black Panther drew the gun, her heart gave a sudden lurch, as though it had lost all its footing...
Back at the bank, when Wei Zhao had stood up to face the muzzle of a gun, she had not felt this way—but now... the feeling was uncommonly intense. She did not want to admit it, yet in her heart she could not help but pray that nothing would happen to Wei Zhao...
Shen Yushu, too, was thrown into confusion. What was happening now had completely exceeded her imagination. She had never thought Zhong Yongliang would do something so extreme as to hire someone to kill Wei Zhao.
Zhong Yongliang probably had not expected it either—that Brother Black Panther would pull a gun in school. At the end of the day, he was still a student; he had only wanted to teach Wei Zhao a lesson, not to kill him. If Brother Black Panther shot Wei Zhao dead in front of everyone, he would not be able to escape involvement either.
Kang Xiaofeng, too, watched Wei Zhao with concern, but faced with that black muzzle, though he wanted to say something, his legs had stopped obeying him and he could not take a single step.
Of course, no one was more worried than Wang Zhifeng. He had never imagined that the people Zhong Yongliang brought along would be so brazen as to use a firearm on campus—and to actually fire it.
"Awooo..." Brother Black Panther let out a heart-rending scream. The fingers of his entire right hand were gone; only half a bloody palm remained, a horrifying sight.
The pistol—had burst.