It was laughable that these gunmen started discussing whose marksmanship was better.
They hadn't noticed the scythe of death about to fall upon their heads.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Young man, you're quite skilled at spewing threats. But do you think being good with your tongue will save your life?"
Mu Feng sighed, "I'm only trying to avoid a massacre, which is why I'm wasting so much breath talking to you. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother saying another word!"
"Dad, stop wasting time with this brat. Just shoot him. This guy's a bit too weird!"
The one speaking was Long Tiangao, who had appeared at some point and was whispering in his father's ear.
However, with so many gunmen present, he felt no fear. After all, he didn't believe the other party was impervious to bullets.
Long Tiangao paid no mind to Mu Feng's warning. He waved his hand and said, "Open fire, riddle him with bullets!"
"No, no, let me take the first shot. Otherwise, the hatred in my heart won't be appeased!" Long Tiangao thought about it, his pent-up frustration still needing an outlet.
The middle-aged man casually tossed him a pistol. "You haven't handled guns much. Go to the first floor and shoot him from there!"
"That's exactly what I intend to do!" Long Tiangao played with the pistol and swaggered downstairs.
He stopped about ten meters from Mu Feng. "Brat, didn't you expect this? How long has it been? And you've fallen into my hands?"
"Indeed, I didn't anticipate this. I intended to let you live a little longer, but alas, fate dictates you have a trial!" Mu Feng quipped.
"Pfft! You're the one with the trial. You have only one path to death now, with no way out!"
Saying this, Long Tiangao walked over directly and pressed the pistol to Mu Feng's forehead.
Mu Feng said coldly, "I don't like people pointing guns at my head. Please put it down, or you will truly die a miserable death!"
"Oh, I'm so scared. What are you going to do to me? What?" Long Tiangao kept gloating, his expression as obnoxious as could be.
"You said it yourself. Come on, shoot me in the head!" Mu Feng grabbed the barrel of the gun and pressed it to his own temple.
Long Tiangao froze, a chill rising in his heart. But when he remembered he had the upper hand, he immediately relaxed.
In his opinion, the other party must have been terrified, knowing there was no escape, and was actively seeking death.
"Seeking death, are you? In that case, I'll grant your wish!" Long Tiangao gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.
What happened next utterly stunned everyone present.
Unbeknownst to them, Mu Feng suddenly snatched the gun and fired at Long Tiangao's head.
A bullet tore directly through his skull, mixing blood and brain matter as it spilled out.
Long Tiangao's face still held a mocking expression, completely unaware of how he died, or even that he was already dead.
"Son!" The middle-aged man was stunned and rushed down without hesitation.
With a thud, Long Tiangao collapsed onto the floor, undeniably dead.
"You... you killed my son?" He felt as if he had traversed lifetimes, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Mu Feng tossed the gun aside. "Killed him, so what? Any problem?"
"How dare you kill my son? Are you a beast or a monster?" The middle-aged man's anger was escalating exponentially.
Mu Feng stamped his foot and said, "Can you please have some sense of right and wrong? Think about who fired the first shot just now. If I hadn't disarmed you and shot, I would be dead now. Don't you understand? Or should I have surrendered meekly?"
The middle-aged man said tearfully, "How can your life compare to my son's? How precious is my son's life? To me, you're nothing but a locust. What is the life of a locust worth?"
"Okay, okay, that's top-tier logic. But I'm sorry, in my eyes, your son's life isn't even worth as much as a mollusk. Accept this fact. He's dead, so he's dead. We can just raise another one!" Mu Feng almost burst out laughing.
"I'll make you pay! Fire!"
The middle-aged man retreated to the side. The gunmen didn't dare to delay and immediately unleashed a barrage of bullets at Mu Feng in a frenzy.
It was only at this moment that Mu Feng's anger was fully ignited.
After all, he had been suppressing his emotions until now; otherwise, these people would have been dead long ago.
Now, he could no longer hold back. He leaped directly up and flew to the second floor in full view of everyone.
Bullets flew everywhere, and soon many gunmen were hit by their comrades' bullets and fell dead.
Mu Feng flew in front of a gunman on the second floor, said nothing, and snapped his neck.
He then proceeded to do the same, and in no time, all the gunmen on the second floor were wiped out.
The surviving gunmen kept reloading their bullets, but to their shock, not a single bullet could hit him.
The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. When he came to his senses, he realized that his son had seemingly offended someone he shouldn't have.
A gunman on the first floor suddenly shouted, "This guy is too weird! Run! If you don't run now, you'll all die!"
Once someone fled, the rest immediately broke ranks and scattered, fleeing the villa in disarray.
However, Mu Feng had no intention of letting any of these people go, as they had all participated in the shooting.
He flew down directly from the second floor, soaring across, and in the blink of an eye, he had also dealt with all the gunmen on the first floor.
After completing this, he stretched his limbs and said, "It's been a while since I moved. This workout today is quite tiring!"
Gazing at the scene of corpses filling the villa, the middle-aged man's heart pounded.
He understood that his cause was lost. Forget avenging his son; whether he could save his own life was another matter.
Suddenly, at some point, the middle-aged man slipped away to the second floor.
"Brat, surrender immediately, or I'll shoot her dead. She's your lover, isn't she? Can you bear to let her perish like this?"
He held the girl, who was locked in a room, hostage, with a gun in each hand, one aimed at the girl and the other at Mu Feng.
The girl was already terrified, crying rivers of tears. "Help me, sir, help me..."
"Let her go, or I will kill you!" Mu Feng said expressionlessly, in a commanding tone.
The middle-aged man pressed the gun to the back of the girl's head. "Even if I let her go, it's a dead end. Better to have a scapegoat!"
He knew this was his last lifeline. Once he lost this card, he would undoubtedly become one of these corpses.