Yun Shu seized an opening and thrust her spear forward.

It hit Wei Teng squarely on the shoulder.

Blood immediately spurted from Wei Teng's shoulder.

But he had a smile on his face: "Shushu, I knew you wouldn't kill me. If you really hated me, you wouldn't have just stabbed my shoulder, you would have stabbed my heart."

Yun Shu had never seen anyone with such a thick skin.

He cursed him as a "lunatic" and planned to shoot him in the chest to see if he could still laugh.

But before she could put the gun away, Wei Teng grabbed the barrel and suddenly leaped up.

He actually wanted to touch Yun Shu.

Just as his hand was about to touch Yun Shu's face, a bullet flew over.

Wei Teng was shocked and quickly retreated.

But it still couldn't be avoided.

The bullet grazed his right cheek, leaving a deep bloody gash.

"Come at me if you have a problem."

Wei Yan stood not far away, holding a musket.

"Don't harass my friends."

Wei Teng loosened the gun barrel and wiped his right cheek.

My hands were covered in blood.

He glanced at it and sneered, "The musket is indeed extraordinary; a single bullet can take a person's life."

Wei Yan ignored him, walked to Yun Shu's side, and asked her, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Yun Shu replied. "Wait until I've finished beating him up before you talk to me."

"Leave the beating-up stuff to me."

Wei Yan smiled.

"You've just eaten; it's not suitable for strenuous exercise."

Yun Shu thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.

He nodded and said, "Alright, then I'll leave it to you."

Wei Yan turned to look at Wei Teng: "I never thought that my elder brother, whom I have admired since childhood, would be so disgusting. Indeed, to judge a person's character, you can't look at his behavior in good times, but rather at his behavior in bad times."