It's shocking, absolutely shocking.
The average person didn't even see how the gun ended up in Emily's hands, so all they were shocked about was how ruthless this tough girl was, managing to blow someone's little bird off with a dozen shots in a row... And that bald guy was the son of a powerful figure in Mo City whose every stomp could shake the entire city... and this guy had his bird blown off in public like that, so... wouldn't this angelic little girl be in deep trouble? And if that big shot got angry, Mo City would probably be turned upside down!
Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun were also deeply shocked by this scene, but of course they would not take a thug seriously. Even if they knew how terrifying the power behind that guy was, they would not care.
As for Emily's ruthless attack on people, they were somewhat surprised but not too concerned. Their only shock was... how did the gun end up in Emily's hand on its own?
Both men were exceptionally skilled, and in that split second, they saw it clearly. They clearly saw that the gun flew into Emily's hand on its own initiative, and it was definitely not because the bald man had lost his mind and threw the gun over by himself.
Before that, Emily had only made one gesture: waving at the gun.
This is absolutely terrifying; the shock of this incident far exceeds the impact of Emily's assault itself.
Not to mention that Emily hasn't formally cultivated spiritual power yet, so she can't be considered a spiritual warrior.
Even if she had already trained and was already a Spirit Martial Master, it was impossible for her to just casually wave her hand and snatch a gun from someone else's hand, right?
It's important to understand that spiritual warriors can't just control anything with their consciousness and spiritual power. Generally speaking, only a very special metal, refined through a special method, can be used by spiritual warriors to control spiritual power and consciousness to achieve the effect of taking objects out of the air.
Even if it is a finished spiritual weapon that has already been refined, it still needs to be familiarized with and nurtured by spiritual energy before it can be controlled at will.
It's not that if a magical artifact is placed out there, every martial artist can activate it by simply using their spiritual power.
If that's the case... wouldn't it be complete chaos if two or three martial artists were to control the same magical artifact at the same time?
Therefore, even if the gun the bald man was holding was indeed a magical artifact, and Emily had already successfully cultivated spiritual power, it was still an impossible scenario.
But... this extremely unreasonable thing really happened right in front of them. How could Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun not be shocked when they witnessed it?
"Spirit God Realm!" Zhuihun's eyes suddenly swelled and bulged out to an extreme degree, almost falling directly onto his feet.
"Uh...no way! She...she's already a Spirit God?" Zhou Ziwei now had some understanding of the division of Spirit Warrior realms and knew that the so-called Spirit God should be the highest realm that Spirit Warriors could currently reach.
However, this realm has always existed only in legends. It seems that since the emergence of the Spirit Warrior lineage in the long river of history, no one has ever really seen the existence of a Spirit God.
At most, it's just a legend. There are some spirits and gods that have appeared in the legends, but no one knows for sure which ones actually became spirits and gods.
Many people have always thought that as the King of Assassins, who controls the super magical weapon Ever-Changing Soul, he should have already achieved the legendary Spirit God realm. However, Soul himself knows that he is only at the Spirit Martial Master level, and he has been stuck at the peak of this level for more than ten years without making any progress.
These past ten years of seclusion and cultivation were partly to better protect his daughter's soul, and partly to help him break through the limitations of being a Spirit Martial Master and ascend to become a legendary Spirit God.
However, after more than a decade of rage, he still couldn't make any further progress. He only gained more control over his spiritual power and the concentration of his spiritual power became a little thicker.
These are all just small quantitative changes, but there is no sense of qualitative change at all.
Master Lingwu remains Master Lingwu; there is absolutely no possibility of him breaking through.
This made Zhuihun begin to doubt whether the legendary realm of a spirit god truly existed in this world, and whether a spirit martial arts master was the highest level a spirit martial artist could reach.
But now… Zhuihun cried out in horror, “Spirit God” because the legendary Spirit God is said to have a most striking and iconic ability… that is, instantaneous object control. In other words, no matter what it is, it doesn’t need to be a weapon made of the special metal that Spirit Warriors are most familiar with, or even a metal material at all. As long as the Spirit God is willing, he can control any object that does not exceed the range of his spiritual power.
For example, a stone, a piece of bread, a knife, or a stick... In short, as long as the size or weight of the object does not exceed the range of the spirit's control, the spirit can easily manipulate it into the air with just a wave of its hand.
Judging from this, Emily's performance just now really did have some of the legendary demeanor of a powerful spirit god...
But how could that be? How could Emily possibly be a Spirit God? She... she hasn't even cultivated spiritual power yet, and she's never even handled a single spiritual artifact before, so how could she suddenly become a Spirit God?
"Ah... Murder! Run!" The onlookers, along with the bald man's henchmen, were terrified when they saw the bald man clutching his penis on the ground, convulsing and barely breathing. They all realized that the mess they had made today was far too big.
This guy actually got crippled here! It seems even if Baldy doesn't die, he'll be completely childless. So today's situation has escalated to an extremely terrifying point. Once Baldy's father finds out that his son's manhood has been destroyed, then... you can imagine what will happen next. No matter how much this pretty girl looks like an angel without wings, it won't matter. And those of us who witnessed what happened today will probably suffer as well. Baldy's father doesn't care whether these people are his enemies or his friends. In short... in his anger, I'm afraid no one will have a good outcome.
Once caught by that madman, at the very least, he'll end up like the bald guy, his penis smashed, and he'll become a bizarre, neither-male-nor-female being.
As for the seriously ill... they'll probably have to go straight to the underworld.
So once they realized the seriousness of the situation, everyone... whether they were just watching the show or were the bald man's original cronies, all immediately let out a shout and fled for their lives outside the hotel.
Goodness gracious... We'd better find somewhere to lay low for a while before making any further moves!
Emily pulled the trigger a few more times, only to find that the thing had stopped firing. Disappointed, she tossed it aside, glared at the bald man with a look of disappointment, and muttered, "I haven't even had enough shots yet, how come I'm out of bullets? Humph... I was going to shoot a map out of his bald head... and before I even had a chance to try, I'm out of bullets. How disappointing."
Chu Qiutang, who was standing to the side, almost fainted when she heard this... to shoot a map out of that bald head with a bullet... This young lady really has an idea. The map probably wouldn't even be fully formed before the bald head turned into a rotten watermelon.
How can this pretty girl be so heartless... It's terrifying, she doesn't care at all about such disgusting things?
"Oh... Dad, brother... you're back."
As soon as the crowd dispersed, Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun, who had been hiding far away, had nowhere to hide and were immediately spotted by Emily, who looked sullen.
Those who were frantically running away couldn't help but follow Emily's gaze and look at Zhou Ziwei and his companion. They were almost stunned to see that one of them was a middle-aged man and the other was a little boy who was only five or six years old.
But... how could that little girl call these two people "Dad" and "Brother"? It would make sense if the middle-aged man were her father, but that five or six-year-old boy... could he be her brother?! How could that be...? The little girl may look young, but she's at least sixteen or seventeen! Why would she call a five or six-year-old "brother"? Uh... maybe the little boy is of a higher generation...? But that doesn't make sense either... If he were of a higher generation, he'd be her uncle or something, not "brother," right? This is all so confusing... so incredibly confusing.
Seeing how those people's eyes bulged because Emily called him "brother," Zhou Ziwei touched his nose in annoyance.
It seems that this issue of how to address someone is really causing a headache... Emily originally wanted to call Zhou Ziwei "little brother," but this kind of address is too easy to evoke unhealthy associations, so Zhou Ziwei immediately and firmly resisted it.
Zhuihun also knew that Zhou Ziwei's real age was definitely not just sixteen or seventeen, but older than Emily.
Of course... if we also include the more than ten years her daughter spent as a ghost, it's hard to say who is older between the two of them.
But after all, Emily was "resurrected" by Zhou Ziwei, so it can be said that Zhou Ziwei had done Emily a great favor. Therefore, it is not unreasonable for Emily to call Zhou Ziwei "brother". So the way the two addressed each other was settled.
Zhuihun has always acted in his own way, as long as he thinks it's reasonable. As for how strange it is for a sixteen-year-old to call a child who looks only five or six years old "brother," he doesn't care what others think.
"Thank God you're finally back."
Chu Qiutang was on the verge of collapse, but when she saw Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun suddenly appear, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
To Chu Qiutang, Zhou Ziwei was like an omnipotent god. So no matter how anxious or scared she was just now, as soon as she saw Zhou Ziwei, Chu Qiutang no longer had any worries.
"Big brother, please tell me quickly... why didn't my shouting have any effect? Why didn't those people faint?" When Emily saw the two of them appear at the same time, she only greeted Zhuihun once before sticking to Zhou Ziwei's side and anxiously asking with a fawning look on her face.
Zhou Ziwei stroked his chin and said, "Well... it's probably because you're not very familiar with this ability yet. Last time you only managed to unleash the power of the Soul Roar by accident, but this time you didn't mobilize your true spiritual power in that roar... Hmm... let's not talk about that for now. You... you grab that gun and let me see it again!"
Volume 3, King of the City, Chapter 612: A Heavyweight Figure
When Zhou Ziwei told her to grab the gun again, Emily immediately asked in confusion, "Why? The gun is out of bullets, why would I pick it up?"
Zhou Ziwei said impatiently, "Just pick it up when I tell you to, why are you asking so many questions!"
"Oh..." Emily saw that Zhou Ziwei seemed really angry, so she stuck out her tongue and agreed, then bent down to pick up the gun on the ground.
"Wait a minute..." Zhou Ziwei said with a wry smile, "I meant for you... to grab it in mid-air like before, and let the gun fly into your hand by itself!"
“Oh…” Emily nodded, then straightened up, her incredibly beautiful eyes fixed on the gun on the ground, while her flawless little hand reached out and scratched at the gun in mid-air, just like a kitten teasing its owner.
Her adorable appearance almost made Zhou Ziwei unable to resist hugging her and giving her a couple of big kisses.
It was quite obvious... despite Emily's almost irresistible cuteness, the ignorant pistol remained unmoved, not even flinching as Emily's little hands scratched and clawed until they were about to cramp.
"No... I can't catch it."
Emily was so anxious she was scratching her head, but she just couldn't come up with a solution.
Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun exchanged a glance, both understanding that her ability to gather objects in mid-air was probably incomplete, just like the Soul Roar. She could only do it occasionally when she found the right feeling, but she couldn't use it whenever she wanted.
However, Zhuihun was still not quite giving up and hurriedly reminded Emily, saying, "Think back to just now, when that bald guy had the gun in his hand, how did you suddenly grab it? Think carefully about the feeling at that time. Once you find that feeling, you should be able to do it again."
“Then I’ll try again…” Emily nodded obediently, then gritted her teeth and looked at the pistol again, muttering to herself, “I felt that gun was dangerous… I could feel that if that bald guy’s finger trembled even slightly, I might die, so I… told myself that I had to take that gun. And then… and then the gun just flew over by itself…”
As Emily finished speaking, she suddenly let her hand drop, which had been raised in mid-air, and said with a bitter face, "But this gun isn't dangerous at all now... There are no bullets in it, and it's not being held by anyone and pointed at me... I don't feel any danger from it, so I don't have that same urgent feeling of wanting to grab it anymore!"
Zhuihun paced anxiously, spinning around in place, and said, "You...you...you...can't you imagine that you're in a dangerous situation, that your life is in imminent danger, and that this gun is your lifeline? Can't you...just imagine it?"
Emily said innocently, "But... Daddy and brother are here now... I know you'll protect me. I feel safe as long as you're here... How could my life be in danger?"
Upon hearing this, Zhuihun's expression froze for a moment, then he frantically grabbed his hair with both hands, shaking his head violently, and said, "Silly girl, I asked you to make an assumption... an assumption... don't you understand?"
"Forget it, forget it..." Zhou Ziwei quickly waved his hand and said, "When people are on the verge of life and death, they often unleash tremendous power that they could never achieve under normal circumstances. This is like a person's potential. I'm afraid it's not something she can find that feeling just by having her make a simple assumption. Let's wait until we have time to guide her slowly later! There's no use rushing it now."
"Oh... um... well... let's forget about it for now!" Seeing Emily's aggrieved expression, Zhuihun felt a pang of pity. Although he was envious of this almost godlike ability, he thought that if Emily could use this method of retrieving objects from thin air a few more times, he might be able to figure out some tricks and break through the realm he had been stuck in for almost twenty years, and perhaps even step into the realm of a god.
Unfortunately... Emily, after having a stroke of genius just now, couldn't use it again no matter what she did, and Soul Chaser knew that forcing Emily further might not be of any use.
For now, we have no choice but to give up...
Seeing that Zhou Ziwei and Zhuihun had finally stopped dwelling on the gun issue, Chu Qiutang hurriedly came over and said anxiously, "The bald man that Emily injured seems to be a princeling with a high status in Mo City. I'm afraid the police are coming soon, and... maybe the Mo City underworld will also be coming at the same time. We shouldn't stay here any longer! Otherwise, we'll be in big trouble later."
"No way..." Zhuihun shook his head dismissively, saying, "The underworld and the legitimate world are like oil and water... at least on the surface. Even if they have some dirty tricks up their sleeves, they would never appear in the same public place at the same time. So I bet that only one side will be coming. If the underworld comes, the police will definitely not show up, and if the police come, the underworld will definitely not come out either."
"Oh, I see..." Chu Qiutang nodded as if she understood, but then said anxiously, "But... no matter which side comes, it's still a considerable problem for us, right? So we should..."
"It's alright!" Zhuihun waved his hand confidently and said, "Given this bald guy's character, the fact that he dares to act so arrogantly in this Hilton Hotel shows that he must have considerable influence in the underworld. Real underworld bosses generally don't like to use connections in the legitimate world to solve problems. Because that would make them feel like they'd lose face, and it wouldn't be satisfying... So... unless this bald guy doesn't have a powerful backer, otherwise... the people coming next will definitely be from the underworld, and people from the underworld... are we afraid of them?"
As he spoke, Zhuihun glanced at Zhou Ziwei, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. The implication was clear: these local underworld forces were nothing but a joke when facing him, the King of Assassins, and Zhou Ziwei, who was no less formidable. It was a joke that was anything but funny.
If they really dare to try and fight against overwhelming odds... then Soul Chaser wouldn't mind stretching his legs a bit while he's at it. After all, he's rarely killed anyone since Emily's death. If someone dares to be so foolish today... then he could really relive the feeling of being a powerful figure back in the day...
Although Chu Qiutang didn't know much about Zhuihun and didn't know who this foreign uncle was, she did know Zhou Ziwei's abilities. Thinking about it, it was true. If it were the police who came this time, they might have some trouble, but if it were people from the underworld, Zhou Ziwei alone could easily sweep them away. Even if those underworld people were all terrorists from Al-Qaeda, it wouldn't matter; Zhou Ziwei could still wipe them all out with one hand.
Thinking of this, Chu Qiutang felt relieved. However, she frowned as she looked at the bald man who was still lying on the ground, curled up like a shrimp, and said, "Then... what should we do with this guy? He is seriously injured. If he stays like this... I'm afraid he might really die."
"So what if he's dead!" Zhou Ziwei snorted indifferently, saying, "It's better for scum like him to die. Do you want me to save him so he can have another chance to harm other girls later?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qiutang stuck out her tongue. After thinking about it carefully, she realized Zhou Ziwei was right. For such a villain, to forgive him was to condone his crimes and to be irresponsible to other kind-hearted civilians. If Zhou Ziwei softened his heart today and repaired the bald man's gun that had been blown to pieces by gunfire, how could the bald man possibly abandon his evil ways in the future? Who knows, one day he might bully some girls who couldn't fight back again, and in that case... wouldn't the girls he bullied be even more innocent? And wouldn't Zhou Ziwei also share in the bald man's heavy sins? Thinking of this, Chu Qiutang couldn't help but sigh softly, and then she stopped talking.
Just as Zhuihun had predicted, less than ten minutes later, dozens of cars suddenly appeared in front of the Hilton Hotel.
These vehicles come in all sizes, from luxury sedans and RVs to dilapidated vans and taxis.
These cars all drove onto the open-air parking lot in front of the hotel as quickly as possible, and then parked haphazardly and randomly, filling every available space, without even following the designated parking spaces.
The doors of the cars opened one after another, and then people dressed in various costumes jumped out one after another.
Most of them were dressed in a rather incongruous way, with their hair dyed in various colors and their clothes brightly colored. Some were even shirtless, revealing not-so-strong muscles and tattoos on their chests that were clearly just to highlight their gangster identity but had no artistic value whatsoever.
Among them were some well-dressed individuals who looked like successful people. However, no matter how expensive their clothes were, their eyes and brows would inadvertently reveal a hint of ferocity or cunning. In short, if you took a closer look, you would find that none of them looked like good people.
The first few cars that arrived had a dozen or so people get out. As soon as they got out of the car, each of them pulled out a watermelon knife or a broken iron bar from the trunk and rushed into the hotel. It seemed that they were going to be the first to rescue the bald man and make a great contribution.
However, these dozen or so guys did not expect that as soon as they pushed open the hotel door, they would immediately feel a strong gust of wind blowing in their faces, and before they could react, they were blown about and staggered.
Several people were blown over and rolled away before they could even react, while others reacted quickly, grabbing the hotel door or clinging to a large stone pillar in front of it, thus narrowly escaping disaster.
However, before they could even feel relieved, they suddenly felt as if millstone-shaped objects were hitting them hard, but when they looked closely, they saw nothing at all.
Then the feeling of being crushed by a millstone was absolutely real. Everyone felt as if something had hit them hard in the chest, back, or arms. They all cried out in pain and involuntarily let go, only to be blown away by the wind, tumbling and crawling far away.
In just over ten seconds, the first group of men who took the lead were immediately defeated, one by one losing their armor and weapons. Even worse, two unlucky guys, when blown down by the strong wind, somehow stabbed their own thighs or buttocks with the watermelon knives they were holding, causing them to bleed profusely and look gruesome.
The group that followed closely behind was initially annoyed that someone had gotten there first, and was rushing to catch up. However, upon seeing the tragic fate of those pioneers, they were immediately terrified and stopped abruptly, no longer daring to take another step closer to the forbidden zone.
It wasn't until there were at least a hundred cars gathered in front of the hotel, and at least four or five hundred people got out of them, that a white Rolls-Royce sped up and stopped not far from the hotel's main entrance. Then, four burly men, each over two meters tall, jumped out of the car.