The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 60 Profound Understanding
The moment the gunshot rang out, Fu Juemin had already retreated five or six meters.

"Su——"

He was about to call out to Su Hui to get away when he turned around and saw that the middle-aged woman who looked like a maid from the previous dynasty had already pulled Su Hui away and run far away.

With the words stuck in his throat, Fu Juemin gave a self-deprecating laugh and was about to call Cao Tian to continue retreating.
"boom!"

Another burst of gunfire suddenly rang out.

Fu Juemin immediately felt a strong sense of alarm and instinctively lunged to the side.

"Da da da--"

Bullets rained down on the street, sending up a series of blinding sparks.

Fu Juemin heard Cao Tian grunt, followed by a "thump, thump" in his chest, as if he had been punched hard twice from a distance!

"boom!"

Fu Juemin landed heavily on the ground, rolled over, and took cover under the narrow eaves of a shop.

The wall only allowed half of his body to fit in. Fu Juemin's eyes narrowed, and then his strong body suddenly relaxed, curling up against the wall like a snake, just enough to hide in the cramped shadow.

"Bang bang—"

Gunfire continued, with bullets occasionally whizzing past Fu Juemin's side, shattering into clusters of pebbles on the gray stone wall near his ear.

"Master!"

Fu Juemin heard Cao Tian call out softly, but it was immediately drowned out by the sudden increase in the intensity of gunfire.

Only then did he have time to look down and check his condition.

A dull ache throbbed in my chest and abdomen. When I unbuttoned my suit jacket, I could see two small indentations on the satin of my inner vest, one on each side.

With a gentle tug on the hem of his clothes, two bullets were immediately shaken out.

Fu Juemin's expression was rather unpleasant.

If it weren't for good luck, if it weren't for the snakeskin bulletproof vest given to me by my second uncle, Fu Guoping...
He was probably about to be shot to death in the street.
He took a deep breath and looked up at the center of the street.

Under the two beams of bright orange light, the woman who had previously pleaded for help was now lying on the ground, her body torn apart by bullets.

At the edge of the beam of light, Su Hui and her companion were hiding somewhere across the street. Although their location was much safer than his, Fu Juemin could still clearly glimpse Su Hui's terrified profile.

"Has the Fire Cloud Army stormed into the city?"

In the dead of night, a large number of people were seen sweeping through the streets with guns, right in front of the county government office.

Fu Juemin could not think of any other possibility besides the Fire Cloud Army entering the city.

But the Fire Cloud Army came from the disaster-stricken southwest, and was formed by a large group of refugees. Where did they get such excellent weapons and combat skills?
At that moment, the sound of gunfire gradually drew closer.

Fu Juemin frowned and subconsciously looked towards Su Hui.

He exchanged a glance with Su Hui's middle-aged maid and guard.

The latter's strength was exceptionally high, and his perception was far more acute than his. He took Su Hui to dodge when the first shot rang out, so that neither of them was injured.

But right now, the streets are deserted and empty at night, with bright lights shining in their faces, so they can't see what's going on the other side, while their own side is completely visible to the people on the other side.

Even though the middle-aged woman was incredibly strong, she was somewhat helpless. As soon as she showed her face, she was immediately pushed back by bullets.

Fu Juemin thought for a moment, then his eyes flashed and he activated [Listening].

As he listened intently, the useless noises on the street were gradually stripped away, and the outlines of gun-wielding figures gradually appeared in Fu Juemin's mind.

These men, armed with firearms, stood in different positions, taking turns firing, reloading, and advancing, their disciplined and well-trained manner evident.

Fu Juemin expressionlessly took out the snake-scale gloves he had recently acquired from the inner pocket of his suit and carefully put them on, while simultaneously drawing the revolver he always carried and tucked into his waistband.

Having put on gloves, his left hand, gleaming eerily in the night, gently pressed against the wall beside him, his fingers suddenly applying pressure— "Snap—"

He painstakingly pried a small piece of gray brick from the wall.

Fu Juemin flicked his wrist, and the stone in his hand flew out with a "whoosh," quickly hitting the facade of the shop across the street with a crisp sound.

[Listen] In her perception, the attention of those gun-wielding figures was instantly drawn to the sound.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Fu Juemin suddenly peeked out from behind the wall where he was hiding, and as if he had foreseen it, his revolver was locked onto a certain spot behind the bright light without hesitation.
"boom!"

With a muffled groan and the sound of someone falling to the ground, the opposing team was slightly thrown into disarray, and gunfire erupted.

A middle-aged woman across the street cast a slightly surprised look at him.

Fu Juemin raised the revolver in his hand and tapped it lightly on the wall. The latter seemed to understand immediately and casually swiped it to the side. Without any visible effort from her, Fu Juemin only caught a glimpse of a small black shadow flying out from under the middle-aged woman's sleeve.

He instinctively wanted to take the opportunity to fire, but before he could even lean out from behind the wall, someone on the other side had already fallen to the ground.

"Hidden weapon techniques?!"

Fu Juemin was taken aback, and his understanding of the middle-aged woman's strength was refreshed once again.

Inspired by him, the middle-aged woman's hands moved incessantly. Under her hands, the gray brick wall seemed to be made of tofu, and piece after piece was pried off. With a flick of her sleeve, the pieces shot out swiftly, the sound of them cutting through the air almost comparable to bullets.

Muffled groans echoed through the streets, and the previously synchronized gunfire suddenly became scattered.

Fu Juemin was amazed and wondered to himself what kind of monster this was.

However, at that moment, a cold laugh suddenly rang out.

The next second, Fu Juemin only caught a glimpse of a black figure flashing past his eyes. Immediately afterward, the middle-aged woman in front of Su Hui also quickly moved forward, turning into a gray shadow and fighting with the black figure.

The gust of wind generated by their fight blew across half the street onto Fu Juemin's face, causing a slight sting.

Fu Juemin was slightly alarmed, but before he could watch the battle for long, in Youling's perception, another figure suddenly appeared and charged straight towards his location.

Fu Juemin's eyes sharpened, allowing no time for hesitation. He sidestepped and, before anyone could reach him, raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger repeatedly!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The remaining five bullets in the revolver were all fired, each one poured onto the figure.

The latter stopped abruptly, standing motionless in place.

Fu Juemin positioned himself directly opposite the other person, using the other person's body to block their view.

While remaining cautious, he quickly tore open the lining of his suit jacket, took out the spare bullets one by one, and reloaded the revolver.

The figure that had been shot five times by Fu Juemin stood like a towering iron tower under the blinding lamplight.

Fu Juemin couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he saw the person suddenly slowly raise a fist and point it at him.

Then, release your five fingers—

"Ding-dong—Ding—"

Brass bullets fell to the ground one after another, their clear sounds shattering the night.

Fu Juemin's action of loading the bullets stopped abruptly.

He slowly raised his head, staring blankly at the rugged face that faintly revealed a ferocious smile in the backlight, his gaze gradually becoming serious.

"Click——"

The cartridge returns to its original position.

Fu Juemin pursed his lips and slowly exhaled: "Tongxuan, Martial Master?"

(End of this chapter)