404: Shoot first, then issue a warning.

The chaotic fight caused the people in front of the stall to gradually disperse.

"Do you know the rules of the underworld? If you want to fight, go do it somewhere else; don't interfere with other people's business!"

Seeing this, Roy shouted in dissatisfaction.

However, the scene was already in complete chaos by now; there was no way anyone could hear Roy's voice.

Watching the customers in front of the stall gradually dwindle, Liu Yan's expression also began to change.

He looked at Roy and asked in confusion:

"Are there no market administrators or city management here?"

Roy glanced at Liu Yan and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Are you stupid? Look at what we're selling."

"Where would you find city management in a place like this?"

Hearing Roy's answer, Liu Yan nodded.

He casually picked up a loaded gun and pulled the trigger toward the distance.

Bang!

After the loud bang, everyone's movements paused for a moment.

"If you want to fight, go fight somewhere else. Don't be an eyesore here."

Hearing Liu Yan's voice, the Black Market Dealers, who were originally looking back with expressions of defiance, stopped.

But when they saw it was Liu Yan, they gradually stopped what they were doing.

Even when Wafa and the others on the ground struggled and kicked them, they only glared fiercely.

But they didn't take any action.

They had all seen how Liu Yan had shot and killed someone for cutting in line without a second thought earlier.

This bodyguard didn't waste words when killing people.

"Sorry, we're leaving right now."

As they spoke, several Black Market Dealers grabbed the three half-dead people on the ground, intending to drag them away.

"Wait," Liu Yan suddenly spoke up.

"Wh... what is it?" The Black Market Dealers paused.

Liu Yan carefully looked at Wafa, who had been beaten into a pulp.

Although it was hard to tell, if one looked closely, it was still recognizable.

Seeing that it was Wafa, Liu Yan's brows gradually furrowed.

The Black Market Dealer on the side also saw Liu Yan frowning as he looked at the Wafa they were dragging.

The Black Market Dealer curled his lips, then hurriedly looked at Liu Yan and added insult to injury:

"It was those three who cut in line just now! They even started fighting and affected your business."

"We're taking them away to teach them a lesson right now."

"By then... you two can see if you can give us a discount..."

Bang!

Before the Black Market Dealer could finish his sentence, a blood hole had already appeared on his forehead.

In an instant, all the Black Market Dealers present, as well as Roy on the side, looked at Liu Yan in surprise.

At this moment, Liu Yan's expression clearly showed an uncontrollable sense of anger.

A moment later, Liu Yan covered his forehead with one hand, his expression becoming very pained.

"Brother... are you okay..."

Seeing Liu Yan's condition, Roy was somewhat worried.

"I'm fine..." Liu Yan shook his head, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

"That's it for today. We're not selling anymore."

"Put those three down first."

After Liu Yan finished speaking, the Black Market Dealers exchanged looks, swallowed hard, and put down the three half-dead people.

They didn't even dare to speak.

Just like just now, and just like before.

The person in front of them never reasoned when shooting, he didn't even follow any damn logic.

After Wafa and his two companions were put down, Liu Yan looked at them.

In an instant, a flash of very complex emotion appeared abruptly in Liu Yan's eyes.

The sight of the three of them beaten black and blue unexpectedly made Liu Yan feel a pang of heartache.

"What happened just now?"

Liu Yan's tone was very gentle, the complete opposite of how he had spoken to the Black Market Dealers just a moment ago.

"Cough—spit!"

Wafa struggled to stand up and spat a mouthful of blood to the side.

After rubbing his jaw, which had been dislocated from the beating, Wafa looked at Liu Yan.

Upon seeing that the person was Liu Yan, Wafa was slightly stunned.

"It's you..."

Liu Yan nodded slowly, a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Before Wafa could speak, Harris, who was on the side, crawled up with difficulty.

He didn't know Liu Yan. After standing up, he pointed at the Black Market Dealers and said indignantly:

"We just wanted to come here to buy guns from you!"

"At first, we didn't understand the rules and cut in line, but we obediently moved to the back."

"Then some other people came and cut in front of us."

"They mocked me for having no money, and then they cursed me for having no parents!"

By the end, Harris's nose felt sore, and he forcefully held back his grievances to keep from letting tears fall.

Hearing this, Samar, who had been beaten into a pulp on the side, had his pupils shrink.

"Are you fucking looking for death?"

His parents had also died in the war when he was young.

He could fully understand Harris's feelings.

"Don't you fucking talk nonsense."

"Isn't it because you guys started it first..."

Bang!

"Did I tell you to speak?"

Liu Yan tilted his head and looked at the corpse of the Black Market Dealer that was slowly falling backward.

This sudden gunshot made Wafa and the other two tremble subconsciously.

Shoot first, warn later?

After killing the Black Market Dealer who had interrupted, Liu Yan fixed his gaze on Harris.

"Who was it that mocked you just now?"

Being stared at by Liu Yan, Harris felt so nervous he couldn't catch his breath.

He clearly looked like just an ordinary person.

Yet, as an Asala Guard Soldier, he didn't know why.

When facing the other party, he felt an indescribable pressure...

This pressure came from Liu Yan himself, not from the "truth" in his hands.

Harris swept his gaze over the Black Market Dealers behind him, then slowly raised his hand.

Bang!

Before Harris could fully point his finger at that Black Market Dealer.

A blood hole had already appeared on the latter's forehead, and he fell straight backward.

"Who else?"

Harris's hand hung in mid-air, and he was stunned in place.

Finally, a few Black Market Dealers couldn't stand the pressure and turned around, sprinting away in an attempt to escape.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Four shots fired in four directions, and four corpses fell to the ground simultaneously.

This scene once again left everyone present feeling suffocated.

Sweat like rain simultaneously seeped out on the foreheads of the Black Market Dealers present.

They weren't allowed to run, they could only wait here to be named by Harris.

The problem was, who the fuck knew if who Harris pointed at was actually the right one?

Maybe he just wanted to point at someone else and accidentally pointed at them while passing by.

And he just fucking killed them?

"If you can't remember, you can take your time."

"When you remember, tell me."

Liu Yan looked at Harris and continued, his voice still as gentle as a spring breeze.

But this gentle voice, reaching the ears of everyone present, was a completely different story.

Including Harris.

He couldn't help but glance at Wafa, and then couldn't help but glance at Samar.

Wafa and Samar had some understanding of Liu Yan.

Back then, Liu Yan had snatched Samar's gun and shot a reporter without a second thought.

The two of them just signaled with their eyes.

The look said:

You're on your own. This guy is sick; it's best not to act rashly.

Seeing Wafa and Samar's expressions, Harris was on the verge of a breakdown.

If he had known, he wouldn't have fucking opened his mouth!

But under pressure, Harris had to raise his hand to point out the person who had mocked him earlier.

Otherwise, who knew if the next bullet would end up in his own head?

"Hoo... ha..."

After taking a few deep breaths, Samar tremblingly raised his finger again.

Every time his finger passed over a Black Market Dealer, he could see the pleading in their eyes.

The look said:

My savior, I'm fucking begging you, don't point at me!

Some who were on the verge of a breakdown even peed themselves when Harris's finger passed over them.

Looking at their eyes, Harris ultimately couldn't bring himself to point at anyone.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and said recklessly:

"There's no one left..."

"Hmm, good." Liu Yan nodded.

Only upon hearing Liu Yan's voice did Harris muster the courage to open his eyes.

Liu Yan hadn't shot him, which made him breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Whew—"

Meanwhile, the Black Market Dealers behind him also slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, their hearts were in their throats again.

They saw Liu Yan pull out a red object, similar to a black box, from who knows where.

"Everyone who started fighting just now, step forward and admit it yourselves."