Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 537 - 115: This thing is pretty powerful, huh?

To be honest, Wang Yunxiao had never thought the effect would be so good; he had just wanted to put some pressure on the foreigners, not expecting that this flock of birdbrains would have no capacity for stress, and would just implode on their own.

So what the hell have you all done to be so guilty?

Raising his pistol, he fired a round of shots, the six bullets spent without needing careful aim, and behind one of the windows, silence fell completely.

The Liuyun Rifle is a weapon specially modified for fighting demons and evil spirits. In the normal firefighting process, its rate of fire could easily drive one to desperation. Therefore, the emergency response team of the customs was also equipped with revolvers as supplemental firepower.

Such weaponry could yield a terrifying advantage in firepower in confined spaces.

After two or three exchanges, inside the Weimar Business Association there was complete silence.

Brothers under Wang Yunxiao had followed him into battle; regardless of the length of service, garrison soldiers with battlefield experience were different from ordinary garrison soldiers.

Although the opposition was prepared, they evidently had not prepared sufficiently; they had not anticipated such a violent onslaught. When their hired guns were almost all wiped out, they no longer dared to show their heads, seemingly deciding to lie flat and slack off.

Youtiao grabbed a pack of dynamite, giving Wang Yunxiao a suggestive look.

Meaning should they make a big bang?

Wang Yunxiao was about to nod when, tremblingly, a small stick protruded from a second-floor window of the Chamber of Commerce, topped with a white handkerchief.

"Refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Now you think of surrendering?"

Wang Yunxiao, not yet satisfied, stood up to walk inside when from the corner of his eye he saw the black muzzle of a gun aimed at him.

Bang—!

A bullet grazed the side of Wang Yunxiao’s head, leaving behind a shallow mark above his ear.

At the same time, Wormwood, lying on a distant rooftop, also pulled the trigger, precisely blowing out the brains of the shooter.

Wang Yunxiao touched the bullet graze on the side of his head, turned around, tossed the gun to Youtiao, and had Youtiao toss the dynamite pack to him.

"Go buy a pack of cigarettes."

"Buy cigarettes? Why?"

"To show off."

No sooner had Youtiao left than someone inside shouted loudly, "It was a misunderstanding just now! We really surrender!"

Wang Yunxiao completely ignored him and stood at the Chamber of Commerce’s doorway, holding the dynamite pack, waiting for Youtiao to return with the cigarettes.

Some began throwing guns out the windows, while others opened the doors of the Chamber of Commerce, hands raised high, shouting in foreign language.

Wang Yunxiao pretended not to see any of this.

When Youtiao brought back the cigarettes, Wang Yunxiao lit one up, took a drag, with the cigarette clenched in his left hand and the dynamite pack in his right, and shouted, "I’ll count ten, and everyone better come out! Hands on your heads, kneel down! Ten! Nine..."

People inside still seemed to be jabbering away, which of course was quite normal. In those days, many would not acknowledge death without a coffin in sight, even though they knew well that the situation was irretrievable, their minds simply refused to accept it, wanting to struggle to the last.

Foreigners, well, they are intimidated but ungrateful. The President acts slightly kindly to them, and they dare to regard themselves as the masters here.

"Three! Two! One!"

In truth, as Wang Yunxiao counted down, people had continuously been coming out of the Chamber of Commerce with their hands up, including old people, women, and children, all looking very innocent and docile, like weak lambs.

They might not even resist if they were herded into a shower room for a collective bath.

When he reached one and not all the people inside had come out, Wang Yunxiao didn’t care. He used the leftover cigarette butt to light the dynamite fuse and threw it at the second-floor window that had been the source of gunfire aimed at him.

Seeing this act, the people of the Chamber of Commerce burst into terrified screams and scattered in all directions.

Boom—!

Only a muffled explosion was heard, and a tremendous airflow carrying dust and debris burst from all the windows on the second floor. Along with the blast came six or seven bodies, as well as those who were still alive but not yet corpses.

The terrifying boom created by the explosives shattered the glass display windows of the shops across the street, dozens of meters away.

Youtiao released his hands from covering his ears and whispered admiringly, "Big brother, this thing is really powerful!"

"The customs really are rolling in it, huh? Just look at the kind of life they live!"

Wang Yunxiao’s tone was thick with jealousy since his brothers had nowhere to replenish their broken equipment. Meanwhile, Yan Yu’an’s customs emergency team could even regard such massive explosives as standard weapons—the wealth disparity was just too great.

Of course, from another perspective, one could also imagine the dangers they faced on a regular basis.

"Let it end here, sir!"

A foreigner wearing a black top hat and sporting a big beard got up from the ground, shouting in Chinese, "We have surrendered! Surely you must be satisfied now. Please, do not hurt us anymore!"

Without expressing agreement or dissent, Wang Yunxiao merely nodded, passing a cigarette and calmly asked, "May I know how to address you?"

"I am the president of the Weimar Business Association, Slander David. Might I have the honor of knowing your name, sir?"

The foreigner with the big beard spoke humbly in a low voice.

Wang Yunxiao lit the cigarette in his mouth and then pointed to the terrified people behind him, "Do you have family here? Call them over."

"Sir, you..."

"Can’t understand Chinese? Need me to repeat myself?"

Slander turned his head in a panic, yelling a few words in a foreign language, and summoned several young men shaking with fear.

"Sir, these are my three sons, daughters-in-law, a daughter and son-in-law, as well as my grandchildren... aside from my rebellious and foolish brother who was just killed by your sniper, the rest are all here."

That’s quite a few people.

Wang Yunxiao picked up his pistol and casually checked it in front of them; there were only four bullets left in the chamber. This small gesture frightened them so much that everyone took several steps back, and a young mother instinctively shook her head pleadingly as she held her little daughter.

Makes me seem like some kind of bad guy.

Wang Yunxiao stared at the foreigner with the big beard and said, "You can probably tell, I’m not a very patient man. Let’s cut to the chase, can we have a proper talk?"

"Yes!"

Slander nodded without hesitation, "As long as it calms your anger and spares my family, we can talk however you wish."

After saying this, he even took a drag from the cheap cigarette in his mouth, his face breaking into a sycophantic smile.

This guy’s got talent!

Wang Yunxiao mentally gave him a thumbs-up, smiling as he asked, "What is inside that is so secretive it elicits such a reaction, without even considering the consequences of firing guns in Tianmen?"

Slander’s face showed hesitation, but seeing Wang Yunxiao lift his hand, he quickly stepped in front of the muzzle and pressed down on his hand, smiling, "Please, sir, calm down, this is all a misunderstanding..."

Wang Yunxiao smiled and repeated, "I’m asking you, what is it inside that you can’t let anyone see."

"Ink!"

Feeling the overflowing killing intent from the other party, Slander swallowed and quickly answered.

"Ink?"

"We just received a batch of Dragon Blood Ink today, indeed...it’s something that... shouldn’t be seen."

"Is that all?"

"There’s more, it’s just not something that can be explained in a few words. How about we discuss this inside?"