These are real guns and live ammunition!

How could it not kill someone?

Could it be... that this guy is made of iron?

Qin Yang gave a cold laugh, his eyes filled with disdain.

This ordinary pistol was nothing to him, not even a tickle.

He's a martial arts master!

His physical body had already become incredibly powerful.

Let alone a pistol, even a sniper rifle might not be able to harm him in the slightest!

"Snap!"

Qin Yang flashed and instantly appeared in front of the driver, his right hand shooting out like lightning and grabbing the driver's neck.

"Well……"

The driver made a strange sound from his throat, his eyes bulged out, and his face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He struggled desperately, waving his hands wildly, trying to pry Qin Yang's hands off.

However, Qin Yang's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly gripping his neck, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

"You...you..."

The driver's eyes were filled with fear and despair; he never dreamed that he would die so miserably.

There wasn't even a chance to fire a shot!

"Snap!"

Qin Yang applied a little force with his hand, and with a crisp crack, the driver's neck was instantly snapped.

His body went limp and collapsed, his eyes wide open, dying with unseeing disbelief.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Yun Kun was terrified. Gone was his previous arrogance and pride. He knelt down with a thud and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Qin Yang, Uncle Qin, Ancestor Qin! Please, please, let me go! I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"I'll never dare to do it again! I'll never dare to go against you again!"

"I'll give you all my money, I'll give you the Yun family's assets, I just beg you to spare my life!"

Yun Kun's voice was choked with sobs, and tears and snot streamed down his face. He had lost all semblance of the demeanor of the eldest son of the Yun family.

He's a complete scoundrel!