I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"Is everyone here?"

Chen Miao turned to look at the few hundred people behind him, most of whom were men, with only a dozen women. The common trait among the majority was that their hands were wrapped in bandages, still seeping with blood at this moment.

Clearly, they had sustained no light injuries.

After silently observing the several hundred people before him for a long moment, he slowly bent his body and, with a straight back, bowed ninety degrees. With a stern face, he softly spoke, "Due to some unexpected circumstances tonight, I have caused you all a disturbance, for which I am very sorry."

"I hope to obtain everyone's forgiveness."

"Anyone who wishes to speak may do so freely. If there are no objections, I hope you will all sign this letter of understanding. It signifies that there will be no grudges between us, and we can continue to coexist peacefully."

As his words ended,

the few hundred people exchanged glances with each other, none of them speaking. Clearly, Chen Miao's attitude had left them somewhat puzzled. A middle-aged man stepped forward first, speaking with a grim face.

"Chen Miao, no doubt you are strong, but tonight you've been too overbearing. You're making an enemy out of the entire Fengtian City, do you really think you can withstand the whole of Fengtian City?"

"Or do you really believe yourself to be invincible?"

"Sigh."

Chen Miao let out a weary sigh, rubbing his temples, "I don't consider myself invincible, nor do I intend to make an enemy out of the entire Fengtian City. Isn't that why I am here to apologize to you all?"

He was fully capable of killing all these people, but he couldn't.

There was simply too much at stake behind these individuals. It could only be said that the "Tomb Guardian" had indeed caused quite a stir tonight in the rush to find the six-fingered man.

"Like this, those willing to reconcile, stand to the left; those who are not willing to reconcile and want an explanation, stay standing where you are."

The crowd quickly became noisy.

After a while, most people stood to the left. In fact, most did not harbor such anger in their hearts. If the "Tomb Guardian" had barged into their homes tonight and only extracted their own nails, surely the hatred would be etched deep into their bones.

Nothing would dissuade them from seeking revenge. Otherwise, could they even show their faces in public? Could they continue to get by?

But... as so many had their nails pulled out tonight, suddenly many no longer felt such anger. Everyone was in the same boat, so what was there to be angry about? Instead, seeing those who usually strutted about in front of them also stripped of their nails, they even felt a sense of schadenfreude.

Some even felt a secret thrill.

Only a few dozen people stayed put, determined to get an explanation.

"Alright, you will get your explanation."

Chen Miao took out his revolver in front of everyone, emptied the cylinder of bullets, then pulled out a single bullet from his clothes, inserted it into the cylinder, and gave the cylinder a casual spin before walking up to the first man demanding an explanation.

With a calm expression, he raised the revolver, barrel pointing skyward.

"Is this explanation sufficient?"

"There is one bullet in the revolver, one shot per person. If someone dies, it's fate, and all grievances are wiped clean—no one to blame."

"Do you dare to play?"

As his words fell,

the middle-aged man standing before Chen Miao fell into a silent, dark mood, glancing around at the others. Many were looking at him, including some passersby who had been watching the scene from a distance, now standing on their toes to get a better view.

In Jianghu, it all comes down to never showing weakness.

If he showed weakness now, he would undoubtedly lose face later on.

But if he didn't...

He looked at the revolver in Chen Miao's hands, his eyelids involuntarily twitching wildly, before finally summoning his courage with a hoarse voice, "Miao, you've got guts, but I wasn't raised on a vegetarian diet either."

"Let's play."

"I'll go first."

"Good."

Chen Miao nodded calmly, pressing the muzzle against the man's forehead, "Since you're not a gunslinger and can't use firearms, I'll do the firing for you."

The man's breathing also became increasingly rapid.

"Clang!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the trigger being pulled by Chen Miao's finger and hitting nothing, the sound suddenly erupted.

"Phew..."

The man took a deep breath, his face filled with the relief of a narrow escape, and his complexion turned a flushed red from excitement. The surrounding crowd also let out excited screams, evidently, this life-or-death spectacle thrilled these people who licked blood off the edges of knives.

"It's your turn, Miao."

Interestingly, these people had their fingernails pulled out by Chen Miao's men, yet they still respectfully called him Miao in front of him, which seemed quite odd.

"Alright."

Chen Miao calmly placed the barrel against his forehead and, under everyone's gaze, pulled the trigger twice in succession, both times with an empty chamber.

"It's your turn."

Chen Miao once again placed the barrel against the man's forehead, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, the man suddenly tilted his head away from the barrel, with a complex expression on his face, and said, "I give up, no need to shoot, Miao. You can rest assured, our grievances end here. I won't take such a minor issue to heart."

"That's right..."

"Can you give me a place as a good friend?"

"Of course."

Chen Miao cracked a smile, saying it was easy to cancel the debt. In fact, whether it truly was canceled didn't matter. What was important was declaring in front of all these witnesses that the matter was settled.

If this man were to seek revenge on him in the future, that would be considered unreasonable behavior in Jianghu, an act without principle.

The advantage was now on his side.

At that time, if he eliminated this man and his subordinates, no one could argue with his reasoning.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted so many words tonight.

"Next."

Chen Miao looked with good spirits toward the next man who was prepared to make his case.

"Five shots."

It was a long-haired man, his eyes filled with resentment and a fierce look as he stared at Chen Miao. With a sinister grin and a ferocious voice, he said, "Let me guess, a big shot like you playing a life-and-death game with us must have some confidence, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the revolver in your hand can't actually fire bullets, can it?"

"You'd better kill me with one shot today."

"Otherwise, I'll show you what revenge looks like."

"..."

Chen Miao remained silent as he looked at the long-haired man before him, then glanced at the revolver in his hand. Without saying much, he simply placed the barrel against the man's forehead and calmly pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

The gun went off on the first pull.

The bullet pierced the man's forehead, and the consciousness in his eyes gradually faded. His body weakened and slumped to the ground, falling into a pool of blood.

"It really is..."

Chen Miao muttered to himself, somewhat puzzled. He couldn't understand what the man was thinking. If he wanted revenge, couldn't he just do it stealthily? Why declare it? And his guess was also very strange.

Why would he think that the revolver couldn't fire bullets?

It was a guess without any basis.

Shaking his head without giving it much thought, he turned to look at Hungry Monkey and the others behind him: "Deal with this man's men as well, if there are any. Make it clean."

"Understood."