One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

"It seems your backer has grown legs and run away..."

Watching Tu Junfang disappear in a flash, Jiang Bailan felt that the other party was different from what she remembered, but she didn't care much. He was just a corpse demon; it was fine if he ran away.

"Special Envoy Jiang, are you just going to let Tu Junfang get away like this?"

"Then go and bring him back?"

Dou Le: "...Aren't you making things difficult for an old comrade like me?"

Jiang Bailan: "Hey, you bald old comrade, since you can't catch him, what are you still babbling about? Do you expect me to go and catch him?"

Dou Le: "But he's a corpse demon!"

Jiang Bailan: "So what if he's a corpse demon? He's not a succubus!"

Dou Le fell silent, only able to answer Jiang Bailan's question with silence; he dared not say anything like asking the other party to make the arrest.

See that golden revolver?

If he dares to speak, I'll definitely punch him in the head.

However, Dou Le couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "If you don't want to use your hands, you can shoot..."

Jiang Bailan: "Don't you know how to fire a gun without bullets? Do you know how precious a young man's handgun bullets are? If you don't cherish them now, you'll be crying over them later!"

Dou Le: "What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying! I told you to shoot the corpse demon Tu Junfang!"

Jiang Bailan: "...Damn it! What are you talking about?"

Dou Le: "...Damn it! I don't even know what I'm saying!"

Jiang Bailan: "..."

Dou Le: "..."

Just as Jiang Bailan and Dou Le were rendered speechless by each other's words, the Quanxing underlings who had previously hoped Tu Junfang would swagger around slowly turned their heads...

The empty space, like their hearts, was utterly cold...

Where can we still see Tu Junfang?

Quanxing Minority: "Where's my Tu-ge? Where did my big, tall, and long Tu-ge go??"

Jiang Bailan didn't care about Quanxing's thoughts. After letting Xiao Zizai choose one, she let Zhang Chulan and Lu Linglong each choose one as their opponent.

Under the guise of training their combat skills, Jiang Bailan simply wanted to slack off.

If you can avoid making a move, then make one less move.

Zhang Chulan and Lu Linglong did not object to this arrangement; they also wanted to take this opportunity to change themselves.

Today they know that in the world of supernatural beings, besides peaceful sparring, there are also life-or-death battles.

"Everyone, attack together and kill this arrogant bastard!"

Faced with the other party treating them like fish on a chopping board, how could these Quanxing members, who usually committed all sorts of evil deeds and acted recklessly, tolerate it? They immediately prepared to rush forward in a swarm, wanting to kill Jiang Bailan and the others.

Especially Jiang Bailan, who clearly holds a dominant position.

They are their primary focus.

"You brat, die!"

"As long as we catch you, we can still leave!"

Faced with the few Quanxing minions charging towards him, Jiang Bailan thought it was all so boring. All they did was fight and kill each other all day long, and he didn't know what they were thinking.

It's the 21st century now, why are you still using outdated methods?

Adult times have changed!

Jiang Bailan drew his golden revolver from his waist, spun it around with a flourish, and delivered a headshot to the bald man charging at the front.

boom!

A flash of golden light appeared.

As the light faded, a bloody hole appeared between the bald man's eyebrows. He fell silently into a pool of blood, looking as if he had died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Come on! Let me see if you guys are faster, or if my gun is faster!"

Holding the golden revolver and aiming it forward, the remaining eight Quanxing rabble stood frozen in place, not daring to move.

The facts have proven that... guns are faster!

"That despicable bastard, he actually used a gun!"

"Are you an Outcast or not?!"

"If you're a man, come and fight me one-on-one! Let's have a clash of muscles!"

Jiang Bailan: "You're such a troublemaker!"

boom!

Jiang Bailan pulled the trigger directly, too lazy to waste words with them, and shot the muscle man dead.

Muscle Guy: No sportsmanship! This guy has no sportsmanship at all!!

Or should real men fight one-on-one and have a clash of muscles?

In response to Muscle Guy's remarks, Jiang Bailan said helplessly, "If I had a gun, would I still fight you hand-to-hand? Do I look like an idiot?"

At that very moment, among the remaining seven Quanxing rabble, the man standing at the very back, with cross-eyed eyes and a messy hairstyle, who looked quite "intelligent," was plotting something in his mind.

Judging from the style of that revolver, it should have an 8-round magazine. It used one round to kill the fat guy, the bald guy, and the muscular guy, leaving 5 bullets. There are 6 of us, and if I can survive to the end, I have a chance to take down the other side.

While Chicken Eye Bro was pondering, Jiang Bailan was also looking for his next target. When he saw the wise look in the other man's eyes, he felt that he could fire one less shot.

Having lost two companions in succession, the remaining Quanxing rabble dared not make any rash moves, while Jiang Bailan, wanting to pass the time, leisurely searched for his target.

For a moment, the scene froze eerily.

Just then, one of the particularly long-legged all-powerful minions gave his teammates a wink, and the fierce-looking companion next to him immediately understood.

One of them possesses the ability to increase speed, while the other practices protective qi.

If they cooperate and find the opponent's blind spot, they can definitely kill them before the opponent fires a second shot.

"Do it!"

With a fierce expression, the Quanxing rabble roared and released his protective aura, charging towards Jiang Bailan like a raging bull.

At the same time, apart from Chicken Eye Bro, the remaining four Quanxing rabble also moved, each using their own special skills to charge towards Jiang Bailan.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Jiang Bailan fired four shots in quick succession, killing the Quanxing rabble one by one amidst their astonished gazes.

What kind of external martial arts training?

What kind of protective aura?

Jiang Bailan said that all the fancy things are just sewers!

"Kid! So what if you have a gun?"

"You're fast beyond seven steps! What about within seven steps?"

Just as Jiang Bailan fired and killed her teammate, the long-legged guy from before had already arrived in front of Jiang Bailan using his superpowers, shouting wildly.

boom!

A gunshot!

Jiang Bailan then showed the other party the answer with facts: "Within seven steps? Of course, the gun is both fast and accurate!"

Before Long-Legged Guy was even completely dead, the next contestant, the long-awaited Chicken-Eyed Guy, finally took the stage.

Seeing the opponent fire the final shot, he immediately unleashed astonishing speed, channeling his Qi to appear before Jiang Bailan. His "wise" eyes were filled with joy as he smugly declared, "Kid, I bet your gun is empty!!"

Jiang Bailan: "???"

"Fine, fine! You bet my gun's unloaded?"

"Yan Shuangying, is that right!"

"Then let me see if you're really dead!"

As everyone knows, there is only one way to kill Yan Shuangying: cut off the power. Turning off the TV won't work, because he'll bet that my remote control doesn't have any batteries.

Therefore, when faced with such wisdom, a simple execution by firing squad is no longer sufficient; only execution by cannon fire will suffice.

Jiang Bailan had a thought, and a large amount of light elements condensed under his feet to form a cannon, with the golden muzzle aimed at the opponent.

Chicken Eye Guy: ???

Jiang Bailan: "Now tell me... is there a bullet in my gun?"

Immediately afterwards, the golden muzzle lit up rapidly, and a thick laser beam that pierced through the trees shot out, blasting the chicken-eyed guy in front of it into nothingness...