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Chapter 689: There’s Nothing A Gun Can’t Deal With

His eyebrows turned cold.

This unfamiliar but chilling touch successfully made Vikas shut his mouth.

Vikas’s heart beat faster, but soon, he was not afraid anymore. Vikas smiled slyly. He rubbed his hands and mocked Ji Yinbing. “Sadaya, don’t point a toy gun at me…” In Vikas’s heart, Ji Yinbing would always be the little girl that he could bully as he wished. She wouldn’t dare to touch a gun.

Nothing was more effective than holding a gun to shut a chattering person up.

If it was real, then shoot him!

Ji Yinbing did not say a word of nonsense. Her wrist was facing down and she pressed the trigger.

There was a loud bang, and Lupa covered her ears and screamed in fear.

In the blink of an eye, a bullet hit Vikas’s left leg.

Vikas’s painful cry immediately sounded—

“Ah!”

Vikas’ bloodcurdling scream shook the rats in the slums.

Back then, Ji Yinbing could beat Vikas half to death with a wooden stick. Many years later, she could still shoot him dead. Ji Yinbing was no longer the helpless little girl.

Ji Yinbing looked down at Vikas, who was hugging his leg and crying on the ground. She asked lightly, “Is a toy gun fun?”

Vikas’s face was frighteningly pale. The pain twisted his face, and sweat appeared on his dark face. He looked at Ji Yinbing, but he could not say a word. His eyes were filled with fear for her.

Other than Ji Yinbing, Yan Nuo, and Han Luofan, everyone else present was shocked by this change in events at the same time. Yingla hugged her daughter and shivered. Justin became more reservered, and when Kulma heard the gunshot, he staggered back like a frightened bird.

Beside him, his eldest son was injured. He sat on the ground and wailed as he held his wound.

Kulma stared at the blood flowing out of his eldest son’s leg bone. He shivered and sat on the ground. Kurma understood that Ji Yinbing really did not treat them as family anymore. Her gun would be aimed at him the next second!

Kulma knew he had cancer, but he was still afraid of death, especially if he was shot to death.

Ji Yin’s cold eyes turned over and landed on Kulma.

Kulma’s soul, which was hidden in his body, felt a chill from her cold eyes. Kulma suddenly got up and knelt in front of Ji Yinbing. He raised his hands above his head and lowered his head to beg for mercy. “Don’t kill me!”

“Sada… No, Honorable Miss Ji, please, on… on account of me…” Kurma wanted to say,” Please spare my life on account of the eight years I’ve raised you. “But just as she was about to open her mouth, Kulma thought of how he had treated Ji Yinbing.

He did raise her, but he only gave her something to eat so that she would not starve to death. He did not allow her to study and even made her work since she was young. He even wanted to sell her!

Kulma shivered and quickly changed his words. He begged, “Miss Ji! Please don’t kill me, don’t kill me…” He begged bitterly and raised his head to carefully glance at Ji Yinbing. Seeing that Ji Yinbing’s expression was cold and expressionless, Kurma quickly lowered her head and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

Ji Yinbing looked at the person who kept kowtowing to her in pity and disgust.

Hatred?

She hated him. She was not a saint. How could she not hate the person who had treated her like that!

When she was young, Ji Yinbing was actually quite afraid of this man because he controlled her life and death. If she was obedient, he would give her food and let her live. If she was disobedient, she would be beaten and scolded. One time, Kulma wanted her to meet Ah Han, but Ji Yinbing was unwilling and told him that Ah Han bullied her.

However, Kulma was unmoved. He scolded her for a long time. He scolded her for being useless and insensible… Ji Yinbing refused to say anything that day. Later on, Kulma brought her to a cliff.

He pinched Ji Yinbing’s neck with one hand and raised her up.

Ji Yinbing floated on the edge of the cliff with a hundred-meter steep slope under her feet.

That was the first time Ji Yinbing was so close to Death. As long as Kurma let go of his hand, Ji Yinbing could fall into Death’s arms. Ji Yinbing was afraid of death. She had always thought that living was better than dying. Only by living could there be limitless hope. It was also because of this attitude in life that she had reached this point.

In Ji Yinbing’s heart, Kulma was the most untouchable mountain.

It could crush Ji Yinbing with just a casual move.

Now, this lofty and heavy mountain had actually kowtowed to her. He was just a useless person. In an instant, the last demon in Ji Yinbing’s heart died. From then on, there was only light in her heart. She could be impudent and have no more fear.

Ji Yinbing took a deep breath as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Then she said to Kulma, “Take me to my mother’s grave.”

“Okay!”

“Okay, okay!”

Kulma quickly stood up and said loudly, “I’ll bring you there now!”

Ji Yinbing put away her gun and her disdainful gaze. She said coldly, “Lead the way.”

Kulma turned around and brought the three of them to Ji Yue’s grave.

Ji Yinbing returned the gun to Yan Nuo.

Yan Nuo took the gun and held her hand. He pinched Ji Yinbing’s fingers and said gently in her ear, “Beautifully done, my little…” Yan Nuo almost said the words ‘little slave’. To Yan Nuo, ‘my little slave’ was his special nickname for Ji Yinbing.

He had a dream once and accidentally called out this name. After that, Ji Yinbing told him off for a long time.

Ji Yinbing tilted her head and looked at him with a dangerous gaze.

Yan Nuo saw it and the words “little slave” changed to “little cutie.”

Ji Yinbing’s lips twitched.

“Shut up.”

Yan Nuo’s face was wooden as he said words like “little cutie”. It was especially strange.

…

On the way to Chaotic Burial Mountain in the suburbs, Han Luofan was especially silent.

He was silent for two reasons.

Firstly, he was about to see her mother’s remains. Secondly, he was shocked by Ji Yinbing’s actions.

At this moment, Han Luofan’s thoughts were as follows—

I have a sister. She beats people up without saying a word. She takes out her gun without saying a word. What am I going to do from now on?

Han Luofan had already predicted how miserable his future life would be.

“We’re here! On the mountain!”

Kulma pointed at the slope in front of him. It was a famous mass grave in Mumbai. Many people in the slums were buried here casually after they died. On this slope, countless dead souls were buried. Sometimes, when you dug a pit in the ground, you could see a skeleton.