It was as if they had entered a dazed state.
"Ding, number of fans gained: 38."
"Enough with the nonsense. You want my cigarettes? Do you think that's even possible?"
Yang Feng spoke slowly, looking down at the burly robber lying on the ground, trembling slightly. His skull mask was scattered in half on the floor around him, revealing a slightly ferocious face with a full beard.
When Xia Yumo looked at Yang Feng's profile again, she couldn't help but be captivated. It was the first time she had ever felt that a boy could be so handsome.
In the past, when I met with my parents at high-society gatherings, I had met many outstanding rich second-generation heirs and successful men. Now, compared with Yang Feng, they were almost all trash. He was skilled in medicine and had good martial arts skills.
Especially when I'm by his side, I feel a strange sense of security, and for some reason, a vague and ethereal sense of comfort.
So what if your grades are bad? With these skills, can't you still make a name for yourself? Sometimes good grades don't mean anything.
What she didn't know was that Yang Feng's academic performance had already returned to roughly the same level as in his first year of high school.
"If you come any closer, I'll shoot!"
The robber who was standing guard at the door pointed his pistol at Yang Feng's chest, a hint of undisguised tension flashing in his eyes.
He hadn't expected the man to be so strong; he knocked his companion unconscious in an instant.
"Then go ahead and shoot." Yang Feng slowly walked towards him. Although his current strength was not enough to directly resist the power of a bullet, dodging it was relatively easy.
He had observed that the bullets of this pistol had a speed comparable to that of an early-stage Xuan-rank cultivator, and a power equivalent to that of a mid-stage Huang-rank cultivator.
As for the rest, based on the firearms knowledge he gained from his mercenary profession, the Barrett sniper rifle was comparable in power to an early-stage Xuan-rank weapon. Only two consecutive shots from this rifle could seriously injure him.
Or there's something else called a 98K headshot.
"Damn it, I'll shoot you dead!" the robber standing guard at the door roared, just about to pull the trigger.
At this critical moment, Yang Feng rushed over, grabbed the robber's wrist, and knocked the pistol away, causing it to fall to the floor.
Immediately.
"ah……"
A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, came from the robber's mouth. He fell to one knee on the floor, his wrist crippled by Yang Feng's attack, all the veins inside broken, causing him excruciating pain.
The robbers inside the bank vault had already heard the commotion outside. As soon as the leader of the robbers came out, he saw the scene before him, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately realized what was happening.
He quickly raised his 911 pistol and aimed it at Yang Feng's back. With a bang, a golden bullet flew out of the black muzzle, turning into a sharp streak of light.
"Hmm?" Yang Feng had already noticed and quickly turned around, his spiritual power ready to erupt at any moment to block the bullets coming from behind.
It's just a bullet; at most, it'll cause a minor injury that will heal within a day, without even leaving a scar.
Just as he turned around, a beautiful figure suddenly rushed in front of him and blocked the golden bullet.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
He never expected that someone would take a bullet for him...
The bullet pierced Xia Yumo's abdomen, penetrating her organs and causing her immense pain. She collapsed to the ground, her light blue dress instantly stained with blood.
Yang Feng didn't catch her. Instead, he picked up the 911 pistol from the ground, which the lookout had been holding, and fired five shots in quick succession, taking away the four robbers inside.
The leader of the robbers suffered the worst, receiving two shots to the head in quick succession. The method of killing was extremely cruel, with both eyes being blown out.
Blood instantly stained their faces, and the four of them collapsed, motionless, dead in pools of blood.
Yang Feng tossed aside his pistol, walked to Xia Yumo's side, gently helped her up, and said in a very calm voice:
"Why did you take a bullet for me?"
“I…I was kidnapped before…didn’t you save my life…now I’m saving your life, and I’m returning the favor…”
Before she could finish speaking, Xia Yumo's eyes could no longer hold on and she slowly closed them.
"I don't need your help. Coming in to take a bullet for me only hinders my mission. Ugh~"
Yang Feng gently shook his head and pressed his finger on her injured area, transmitting spiritual energy into her body.
One of the system's tasks is to ensure the lives of everyone present. If she dies at this moment, it will be considered a failure.
Suddenly, something within her caused Yang Feng's spiritual energy to be absorbed into her body like a flowing river.
"Um?"
Yang Feng frowned slightly, and withdrew his hand in surprise. Looking at Xia Yumo, whose face was pale, he was very puzzled as to what had just happened.
Finally, still confused, he magically produced a super bandage, tore open the fabric at the muzzle of her shirt, and stuck it directly onto the area.
Super bandages also provide excellent healing for gun muzzles and can stop bleeding.
Spiritual energy is used to repair damaged organs.
Just then, the sound of sirens came from not far away, and police cars hurriedly stopped in front of the bank.
Immediately, more than a dozen police officers rushed in. Without the slightest hesitation, they all pointed their guns at Yang Feng, who was closest to them, where there were guns at his feet.
"Is that you?" The voice came, and then a man stepped out from among a dozen police officers, his eyes sharp.
(End of this chapter)