I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

Unexpectedly, Shen Bei raised his knees, put his calves together and stretched them forward, and pushed the ground with his heels, forcing the man who kicked him to stagger and trip over the stool behind him, looking a little embarrassed.

All this happened so quickly that Momosang didn't react in time due to the pain. But the last man pulled out a large-caliber pistol from his waist like lightning and thrust it upwards towards Shen Bei's chin.

"Are you looking for death?"

The black muzzle of the gun pierced Shen Bei's chin. The man roared at Shen Bei viciously. As long as he pulled the trigger, the bullet would first pierce Shen Bei's throat, then flip up his crown, and raise a cloud of blood more than one meter high.

Shen Bei glanced at the man, put his tongue against his upper lip, and spat on the man's nose.

The man was stunned for a moment, but his anger drove his finger to pull the trigger.

Then I found that I couldn't pull the trigger.

The man lowered his head suddenly and found that Shen Bei's left hand was holding a spoon, which was inserted into the trigger guard and was stuck very tightly.

Shen Bei twisted the steel spoon with his left hand, stirring the man's index finger. The man cried out in pain and pulled his hand back. Shen Bei grabbed the pistol and smashed it against the wall on his left. The pistol went off at the same time, flames exploded, and the bullet shattered an empty wine glass.

The man took two steps back to steady himself, then looked up with wide eyes, a look of shock on his face.

After just a simple encounter, the five of them were unable to suppress Shen Bei's arrogance.

At this time, the whole bar suddenly roared and whistles were heard everywhere.

"Fuck him."

"Five against one and you're still at a disadvantage?"

"Let's go together!"

Be it Momosang or Shen Bei, in the eyes of the people in the bar, both sides are just having fun. Of course, these people will take the opportunity to stir up trouble and want to laugh at their jokes.

Momosang's face was grim. As a psychic with a fourth-level strength and a third-level defense, he could usually handle being lashed with an iron rod without making a sound, but the impact of the table corner had made his vision go black. The laughter and whistles around him made him even more embarrassed and angry.

He licked his lips, coldly pushed aside the table in front of him, and pulled out two tungsten steel daggers with a cold glow from his waist. He held one dagger backwards and pointed it at Shen Bei, while raising his hand and throwing the other one over.

Shen Bei reached out to catch the thrown dagger and stared at Momosang.

He said hoarsely to Shen Bei: "Since you are an ordinary person, don't say I am bullying you. I won't use my superpowers. I have two knives. I will pour one out."

In fact, even without Momosan telling him, he didn't dare to use his supernatural powers.

This is a shelter!

Since this is a cooperative mission, asking them to carry a pistol is already considered polite.

Otherwise, you have to hand over the pistol.

Furthermore, it is forbidden to use supernatural powers to harm others within the shelter.

The last time Shen Bei broke the rules, it was Rock who settled it.

These are the rules. If anyone breaks the rules, You Wuchang will have a good talk with you. If things go wrong, the leader of the other party may have to come and pick you up in person.

This is also why Shen Bei dared to fight back so blatantly against Momosang, the psychic.

At this time, Shen Bei smiled, raised the tip of the knife in his hand, and hooked his finger at Momosang, "You asked for it!"

As for the dagger, since you are so sharp, I will play with you.

In an instant, the field was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Shen Bei gripped the hilt of the knife tightly and walked forward step by step.

There was a series of crisp sounds of bones coming from Momosang's body, and then he rushed over, and the tungsten steel dagger slashed towards Shen Bei's ribs.

Shen Bei stepped back and thrust forward with his right hand. Momosan also leaned back. The raised blade tried to bite Shen Bei's wrist, then slid past the back of his hand. Shen Bei flicked his finger and changed his grip from a straight one to a reversed one. The tip of the blade chiseled towards the back of Momosan's hand, but it hit the back of the blade, making a crisp buzzing sound.

Both men maintained a certain curve in their waists, and the two daggers scraped through the air in mid-air, making a dull sonic boom.