"This world, after all, differs from the present one." Seeing that Zhao Jingye didn't seem to be lying, Tang Zheng let out a solid sigh of relief.
"Brother Tang, be careful, they have guns!" Wang Liying was still trying to make her presence felt, but her words irritated the younger brother.
Bang bang bang, the younger brother opened fire, and the rifle spat out flames, bullets hitting the bus walls, leaving holes and shattering a few pieces.
The students screamed, and Zhang Jin and Zhou Qijun instinctively pulled the trigger, pity that they didn't dare to poke their heads out to aim, and the bullets all flew off target.
Still, the younger brother was startled and cursed furiously, "Thinking of rebelling? Our Brother Zhao is a Special Ability User, of intermediate level."
Blue electric arcs also started flickering on Zhao Jingye's hands, ready to obliterate the bus. Even as a special ability user, he could die if hit by a bullet; he didn't want to be accidentally killed.
