Wang Xiaolan turned around and saw Yamaguchi Kazujun holding a gun with the muzzle pointed at her head, slowly walking towards her.

Wang Xiaolan was looking at him quietly. Her delicate face was expressionless at the moment, appearing exceptionally calm, like a clear lake without a single ripple.

However, in sharp contrast to her, Yamaguchi Kazuki at this time was out of control because of the surging anger and uncontrollable ferocious emotions in his heart.

He clenched his teeth tightly and squeezed out a vicious word from between his teeth: "Humph! Which is faster, your fists and feet, or this extremely sharp thing in my hand that can cut through iron like mud?"

Wang Xiaolan looked at his arrogant look and just sneered.

At this moment, when Yamaguchi Kazuki discovered that Wang Xiaolan was unarmed, the corners of his mouth immediately curled up, revealing a ferocious and complacent smile.

On the contrary, Wang Xiaolan seemed extremely calm and composed. Her face was as gloomy as she looked coldly at the arrogant and complacent man in front of her.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, a disdainful smile appeared on her face, and she said, "In that case, let's have a proper competition! Let's see whether the thing in your hand is more powerful, or whether my kung fu is better than yours..."

Yamaguchi Kazujun looked ferocious and didn't wait for Wang Xiaolan to finish her words.

Without hesitation, he raised the gun high again. The black muzzle, like the gaping maw of a beast, pointed directly at Wang Xiaolan's chest. He smiled, implying, "As long as you cooperate with him, I'll give you a chance to live."

While staring at Wang Xiaolan, Yamaguchi Kazujun placed his finger tightly on the trigger, slightly bending it, as if he only needed a little force to pull the trigger, allowing the fatal bullet to instantly shoot towards Wang Xiaolan's body.

At this moment, the whole scene fell into dead silence, with only Yamaguchi Kazu-kun's roar.

However, Wang Xiaolan simply gave him a sly smile, and with lightning speed, she dodged him. With a single, unerring kick, she landed squarely on a piece of hemp rope on the ground. The seemingly insignificant rope was instantly lifted by the powerful force, slicing through the air like a nimble snake before landing firmly on Yamaguchi Kazuki's wrist, where he held the gun.

There was a crisp and loud "bang" sound, and Yamaguchi Kazuki's hand holding the gun seemed to suddenly lose strength. The pistol fell straight from his hand and hit the ground heavily with a dull sound.

At the same time, Yamaguchi Kazujun widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. Obviously, he had never expected that Wang Xiaolan would be so agile and faster than the gun in his hand. Before the bullet was fired, the gun in his hand was no longer his.

He cursed inwardly, "Who is she? I've been in the martial arts world for so many years, and I've never met an opponent."

Wang Xiaolan pulled the rope in her hand back, and the gun followed the rope's movement and fell steadily into Wang Xiaolan's hand.

She examined it carefully, then looked it over, left and right, muttering to herself, "Hmm... This gun looks well-made, and the design is quite novel. It should be considered a relatively advanced model, right?"

She played with the gun in her hand and walked straight to Yamaguchi Kazuki.

She looked across at the stunned Yamaguchi Kazu-kun, her lips curled up slightly in a mocking smile as she continued, "Old man, I've heard of your name for a long time. They say your kung fu is amazing, and your spearmanship is superb. But after seeing you today, haha, based on the two moves you just made, it seems like you're just so-so! Could it be that those rumors are exaggerated?"

Yamaguchi Ichi-kun's face flushed red at Wang Xiaolan's words, veins popping out on his forehead, and his eyes gleamed with rage. He could never have imagined that his reputation, which he was so proud of, and had accumulated over many years of wandering the martial arts world, would be so belittled and even said to be worthless by this seemingly weak woman in front of him!

Yamaguchi Kazu-kun clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms. He was filled with anger and resentment. He wanted to rush forward and kill Wang Xiaolan himself to vent his hatred. However, when he looked down at his own body, no longer young and flexible, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

Thinking of this, Yamaguchi Kazujun felt extremely regretful. He regretted why he was so kind to Wang Xiaolan. If he had dealt with her ruthlessly from the beginning, perhaps the situation would not have developed to such an unmanageable point.

Wang Xiaolan nonchalantly played with the gleaming pistol in her hand, then pressed it against Yamaguchi Kazu-kun's head. "Believe it or not, I'll shoot you dead," she said.

Yamaguchi Ichi-kun was immediately horrified and said tremblingly, "No, let's talk it over nicely."

Wang Xiaolan smiled, put the gun back, and said, "It seems that you are afraid of death too! I heard that the Japanese are not afraid of death. What? You, a Japanese, are afraid of death?"

Yamaguchi Ichi-kun stared at Wang Xiaolan with his eyes as big as copper gongs, not daring to even blink: "You, what are you going to do? Didn't you say that you don't abuse prisoners?"

Wang Xiaolan said, "Do you admit that you are our prisoner?"

Liang Qiushi, standing nearby, had just witnessed Wang Xiaolan's fight with Yamaguchi Ichi-kun. Yamaguchi Ichi-kun was the most powerful member of their organization, and now even he was no match for her. He regretted not practicing his martial arts skills properly during training.

Originally, he only knew that Wang Xiaolan was a skilled doctor, but he had never thought that her skills were unmatched. He had underestimated her...

At this moment, Liang Qiushi kept praying silently in his heart, hoping that Wang Xiaolan would not vent her anger on him. However, things did not go as he wished. Just when he was secretly thankful, Wang Xiaolan seemed to be deliberately trying to make things difficult for him and actually walked straight towards him.

Liang Qiushi's heart was in his throat. Finally, when the two of them met face to face again, Liang Qiushi only had to look at Wang Xiaolan for a moment before he felt the blood in his body freeze.

He widened his eyes and looked at the gun in Wang Xiaolan's hand in horror, as if the black muzzle would be pointed at him in the next second.

Suddenly, beads of sweat as big as soybeans rolled down his forehead, one after another, like beads that had broken off the string.

Because of his extreme fear, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, like an autumn leaf shivering in the cold wind.

At this moment, the air suddenly filled with a pungent, unpleasant smell of urine. This smell spread rapidly like a plague, filling every corner. Everyone covered their mouths and noses, their faces showing disgust.