But there are so many of them here, even if they are just a mob, they should have some confidence.
"Bang!"
Zhang Jie instantly aimed at the foot of that Han and fired a shot.
The gunshot immediately frightened that Han to collapse to the ground. Looking at the hole in the floor, sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and he stammered: "Re... real gun!"
In an instant, all the newcomers present quieted down.
"Behave yourselves, or the next shot will hit you. I'd like to see if you run faster than a bullet." Zhang Jie sneered with a cold smile.
"No, you can't kill us." That Han also came up with an idea in a hurry and said, "Didn't you say earlier? Killing any one of us would deduct two hundred of what points."
"Oh, you're quite clever." Zhang Jie put away the gun, "Then you should also believe that this is really the cursed film world, right?"
Zheng Zha said: "Some of you must have watched it, right?"
A student raised his hand and said: "I've watched the American version..."
