Chapter 6: The Shocking Turn

“What’s going on?”

Shen Xing was utterly confused.

Since entering the era of advanced martial arts, gunfights had become increasingly rare.

Firearms were no longer issued as standard weapons.

Only some well-established organizations could get their hands on them.

Shen Xing couldn’t even remember the last time he saw a shooting incident in the news.

So, everything unfolding before his eyes felt unreal.

Of course, no matter how unreal it seemed, he still had to dodge the bullets.

Before officially becoming a martial artist, dodging bullets was quite challenging.

Even if a bullet didn’t hit a vital spot and kill, the pain would be unbearable.

Therefore, Shen Xing immediately crouched and slipped into a narrow alley.

Hiding at the corner of a wall, he silently observed the chaotic scene.

Unfortunately, it was far too disorderly—amidst the constant gunfire, martial artists appeared as well.

The turbulent air from their battle shattered many shop windows lining the street.

One punch mark, by sheer coincidence, flew straight toward where Shen Xing was hiding.

He instinctively dodged; the punch passed over his head and struck the wall behind him.

Bang!

The surroundings trembled slightly.

Shen Xing turned around and gasped.

The punch had blasted a huge hole through the entire wall, revealing the terrified expression of someone inside the room.

“Powerful indeed!”

Shen Xing admired silently and shrank his body, hiding even more securely.

He had thought the commotion would quickly end once the police arrived and wouldn’t last long.

But soon, he realized how wrong he was.

The police did arrive, but the other side was fearless, even launching attacks against the officers.

The scene grew even more chaotic and dangerous.

Now Shen Xing couldn’t run even if he wanted to.

Helpless, he could only hope the police would hold their ground and call for reinforcements.

An hour passed, and Shen Xing found himself still overly optimistic.

Reinforcements did come, but the situation remained unresolved.

The opponents seemed endless and maintained a firm upper hand.

People caught in the crossfire either fled or hid.

Those who failed to hide properly mostly ended up as unlucky victims of gunfire.

Shen Xing glanced around quietly and saw that not a single soul was left to catch their breath.

Fortunately, he was concealed in a blind spot, so the main patrols hadn’t come his way.

“What a joke! Is today some kind of Black Friday? If I’m unlucky enough to lose my life here, it’ll be the biggest miscarriage of justice this century!”

“If you dare, give me a little more time, and see if I still tremble before you!”

Muttering to himself, Shen Xing slowed his breathing to reduce his presence as much as possible.

As the fierce battle continued, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

When night fell, Shen Xing’s spirits surged—he knew the chance to escape this trouble spot had finally arrived!

Unfortunately, old sayings proved true.

What does it mean when misfortunes never come singly?

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