Sun Hang drew his gun once again, this time deliberately slowing down his movements a bit.
He wanted to see if the boy would choose to dodge or try to snatch the gun.
The boy jumped up from the chair and charged at Sun Hang, trying to make him lose balance and drop the handgun.
Unfortunately, his idea was good, but both his speed and strength were too weak—instead, before he even reached Sun Hang, Sun Hang had already kicked him away.
The boy fell heavily to the ground, but at the last moment, he used his hands to protect his head, preventing a direct impact—though the backs of his hands were scraped on the rough ground.
Sun Hang had somewhat controlled his strength with that kick. Under normal circumstances, the boy's ribs should've been shattered by now, and his internal organs completely crushed... he wouldn't be able to get up from the ground, and before he even hit the ground, he would've been a corpse.
"Can you get up?" Sun Hang asked.
"I can." The boy got up.
