"I heard that when Mo Ercong was the city king, he let his手下 bully girls, especially that bastard..."
Chu Junyu spoke while aiming his gun between the man's legs, his smile all delicate and adorable. "Little old man, A Guang, tell me—should I deliver some justice?"
"Yes, yes!" A Guang urged eagerly.
Nangong Yichen remained coldly silent.
*Thud!*
The muffled sound of a bullet piercing flesh.
The man gritted his teeth in pain. He was lecherous and loved women, but that didn't mean he feared death.
"If you beg me, I'll spare your life," Chu Junyu said.
"Dream on!" the man roared, his bloodshot gaze growing more terrifying by the second.
Him, a full-grown man, beg for mercy from a kid not even five years old?
How humiliating would that be? He'd rather die.
Chu Junyu shook his head sympathetically. "Tsk, what a tough guy."
"Seems like a tough guy who isn't afraid to die," A Guang chimed in.
"Not afraid to die, but he'll die anyway—since he tried to kill my dad," Nangong Yichen said coldly.
Hearing this, Chu Junyu smiled elegantly and teased Nangong Yichen, "You're pretty protective of Dad, huh?"
Nangong Yichen shot him a look that screamed "obviously," then glanced at the man's leg wound. "Don't even know where you were aiming."
"I was aiming for his birdie," Chu Junyu said, noticing the blood on the man's leg and realizing he'd missed.
"My marksmanship isn't good enough. I'll have Mom practice shooting with me when we get back." Chu Junyu pouted. "I missed from this close—A Guang's definitely going to laugh at me."
"Master, I wouldn't dare laugh at you," A Guang said tearfully. Who'd have the nerve to mock his little tyrant? Did he want to die?
"You take the shot." Chu Junyu handed the gun to Nangong Yichen. This tough, critical task was better left to that cold little old man.
Nangong Yichen raised the gun, his gaze icy as he stared at the man.
The man met his stare fearlessly. Little demons—two little demons!
He'd underestimated Nangong Yehen, who had two such devilish sons.
Nangong Yichen curled his lips into a cold smirk. "I hear hitting that spot kills you instantly."
"You're ruthless!"
Seeing the boy, delicate and handsome as a porcelain doll, commit such an act without blinking, the man felt utterly outmatched.
"Little old man, can you hit his birdie's beak in one shot?" Chu Junyu blinked his clear eyes, looking adorably at Nangong Yichen.
His cute expression mimicked a little girl idolizing her big brother—indescribably endearing and funny.
"With fabric in the way, how am I supposed to know which direction his birdie's head is pointing?" Nangong Yichen shot Chu Junyu a cold glance.
"Pfft..." Chu Junyu never expected Nangong Yichen to answer like that, and he burst out laughing.
That always cold and stoic guy had a sense of humor?
A Guang grinned too. Weren't his two little masters just too adorable?
Chu Junyu stifled his laughter. "At a time like this, it's probably drooping, right?"
"How low is it drooping?"
"...That you'd have to strip him to find out."
A Guang suddenly felt excited and thrilled. "Master, young master, how about I strip him?"
Nangong Yichen remained expressionless, but Chu Junyu looked curiously at A Guang. "Why are you so eager?"
"Wouldn't I be worried about the master getting his little hands dirty with blood?"
Chu Junyu raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"What else could it be? Master, I'm not that kind of man!"