Han Chengshan silently prayed in his heart: Please don't betray us at the last minute!
My friend knows this principal all too well. Such a person, who has absolutely no integrity, is not trustworthy at all, and he will definitely settle scores with him later.
At this point, they have no choice but to take a gamble.
"Third Young Master, I need you to give me a promise."
"Uncle Tie, just say what you want to say. I will do my best to help you with anything I can do."
"I only have one bullet left. It's a matter of whether I die or he dies. If I unfortunately die, please treat my child well."
"Okay, I promise you, no matter what the outcome, as long as I, Han Chengshan, can escape, I will definitely help you take care of your child."
"I trust you."
Old Tie raised his arm high and walked step by step toward the principal: "I only have one bullet, Principal, what do you say—"
"Bang!" The principal, showing no regard for martial ethics, pulled the trigger.
Lao Tie was suddenly startled!
But the person the gun was pointed at wasn't him, but Han Chengshan!
"Is this the kid who turned you? Then we can't let him live."
"Third Young Master—"
"Brother Shan—"
Everyone was immediately alarmed. Han Chengshan was their pillar of strength. If anything happened to Han Chengshan, their escape would probably come to an end immediately.
The bodyguard rushed to Han Chengshan's side without hesitation, wanting to shield him from the bullets with her own body.
Another bodyguard did the same thing, but he was at the back of the group, a step slower than the female bodyguard.
"Sister!" Han Chengshan reached out, trying to push her away.
At this critical moment, suddenly, the entire space and time seemed to freeze.
Everyone remained frozen in place, their anxious expressions unchanged.
A bald man in a Zhongshan suit slowly emerged from the shadows, his shiny bald head standing out conspicuously in the dim light.
He walked slowly to the bullet that was frozen in mid-air, stretched out two fingers, and gently picked it up as if picking a flower.
He walked up to Han Chengshan, flicked him on the forehead, then walked past him to the end of the corridor and forcefully embedded the bullet into the wooden frame on the wall.
He walked over to the principal, took the gun from his hand, unloaded all the bullets, and put it back in his hand.
After doing all this, he returned to the dark corner and hid.
The flower bed beside him also froze in place, its face filled with terror. The flower bed had already taken a step forward, clearly indicating that it had been preparing to rush out just a second ago.
Han Fei reached out and grabbed Hua Chi's arm, then snapped his fingers. The air began to flow, and time returned to normal. The expressions on everyone's faces trembled slightly, and they began to blink.
Just as Hua Chi was about to rush out, Han Fei stopped him. He turned back to look at Han Fei's calm expression and asked incredulously, "Aren't you worried?"
"The bodyguard has already taken the bullet with his own body, the third brother will be fine."
Hua Chi breathed a sigh of relief: "She's a good bodyguard. If she survives, I'll definitely give her a large sum of money as a token of my gratitude."
Han Fei said with a smile, "Yes, I also need to prepare a big red envelope."
"The bullet missed; it hit the picture frame!!"
"We've run out of bullets!"
"Brother Shan, thank goodness, you're alright!"
Han Chengshan felt a sharp pain in his forehead and thought he had been shot. He thought to himself: Am I going to die young? My poor grandfather, he will be heartbroken to have to bury his son!
Hearing his underlings cheer, he paused, touched his forehead, and found no blood or dent, only a slight pain. He turned to look at the painting on the wall at the end of the corridor; a bullet was clearly embedded in the frame.
"I'm fine! God is protecting me, he wouldn't bear to take me away!"
He looked at the bodyguard who was standing in front of him, deeply moved: "Sis, you scared me to death! Why did you stand in front of me without saying a word? What would I have done if something had happened to you?"
A hint of doubt flashed in the bodyguard's eyes. She knew weapons very well, and given the range and standard firing direction of that gun, the bullet couldn't possibly have missed!
She deliberately shifted her body to the side, avoiding the chest area; if her judgment was correct, the bullet should have pierced her arm.
Why is this happening?
She hadn't heard the sound of the bullet hitting the picture frame at all, but now the bullet had definitely struck the frame.
Could it be that because it happened so fast, everyone was worried that the Third Young Master's shouts were too loud, so they masked the sound of the bullet hitting the picture frame?
The bodyguard was completely baffled, but the outcome was good; no one was hurt, which was the best possible result.
Her face was as cold as ice. She glanced at Han Chengshan and said coldly, "I am your bodyguard. Protecting you is my duty. Even if I die for you, it is my responsibility."
"Sister, you're so good to me!" Han Chengshan was deeply moved. He didn't care whether this was just her job or not. He suddenly hugged the bodyguard sister and his head accidentally brushed against a place he shouldn't have.
Wow! So soft!
The bodyguard's eyes instantly turned icy cold. She slammed a punch into Han Chengshan's head, making his head buzz.
"You only missed once. Now it's up to you to see how lucky you are!" The principal pulled the trigger again.
At the same time, Lao Tie showed no mercy and decisively pressed the button, firing the only bullet in his arm.
The principal, expressionless, pulled a security guard to stand in front of him. He frowned as he looked at the gun in his hand, his mind filled with doubt. The gun was clearly full of bullets, so why was there not a single one now?
He pulled the trigger several more times, but still no bullet was fired.
The bullet fired by Lao Tie had accurately pierced the security guard's chest. The guard screamed and was thrown to the ground by the principal as if he were a useless object, his fate unknown.
Although Lao Tie felt a little disappointed that he hadn't hit the principal, he couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw the principal's comical appearance as he pulled the trigger but it had no effect: "So you only had one bullet too. Now you're out of bullets. We'll have to fight hand to hand!"
The iron arm of the machine emitted a series of chilling mechanical sounds, the "click-clack" sound seeming to strike directly at people's hearts.
Seeing their comrades being used as human shields by the principal, the school's instructors involuntarily took a step back, no longer daring to risk their lives for this cold-blooded and ruthless principal.
They had sparred with Iron Instructor before and knew that they, being mere mortals, were no match for Iron Arm.
The principal glanced at those who hesitated and scoffed, "A bunch of good-for-nothings."
"Dude, you think I'm out of bullets? The magazine is empty, but that doesn't mean I'm out of bullets."
As he spoke, the principal reached into his pocket.
Han Fei clenched his fists tightly, and in an instant, time stood still again.
He quietly walked up to the principal, slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, and then reached into the pocket to take out the magazines one by one.
He unloaded all the bullets from the magazine, put the empty magazine back in the principal's pocket, then put the principal's hand back in his pocket and gently patted the principal's shoulder: "Brother, taste the bitterness of despair."
Han Fei retreated to Han Rou's side, maintaining his original posture and movements, and casually snapped his fingers, concealing his merit and fame.
The principal took out a magazine, loaded it, and then frantically pulled the trigger at Lao Tie.
Old Tie closed his eyes tightly, protected his chest with his iron arm, and prepared himself to die, but the expected pain did not come as expected.
Han Chengshan and the others stared in disbelief at the principal's frantic state.
"How can it be empty? Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The principal removed the magazine, took out a new magazine from his pocket and put it in, and pulled the trigger repeatedly, but it was still in vain.
"Pfft!" Someone burst out laughing first.
The laughter didn't come from Han Chengshan and his group, but from the underlings behind the principal. Even his own men couldn't help but laugh at him.
This burst of laughter seemed to have flipped a switch, and soon, waves of laughter filled the entire corridor.
"Are you trying to make us laugh to death? You don't even check before you leave the house, all your magazines are empty, hahaha..." Han Chengshan burst into laughter, beginning to doubt the principal's intelligence.
"Impossible! It's all empty!"
The principal took out magazines from his pocket, and this time, instead of blindly loading them, he carefully checked each one. However, the result devastated him: "How could this be..."
All the magazines were empty, not a single bullet!
It was as if God had played a joke on him, leaving mortals feeling utterly hopeless.
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