"You can certainly believe it's magic; a dead man doesn't need to know that much anyway," I stated coldly.

No one readily accepts the existence of the supernatural; thus, Boss Tong must have assumed what he witnessed was some form of illusion, perhaps even that his pain wasn't real, as ordinary people are far more familiar with magic tricks than with the truly uncanny.

However, when I mentioned threatening his life, Boss Tong instinctively scrambled forward, attempting to flee toward the exit.

The others in the shack also began to stir, searching for an escape route, but seeing that I was still bound, many felt no immediate danger, perhaps believing the bizarre events just witnessed had nothing to do with me.

Even the most masterful conjurer has never been seen performing while tied up. Furthermore, the crucial point was that a magician requires pre-arranged settings and props, but I had arrived here by chance; there was no way I could spontaneously put on a show.

While I was contemplating these issues, Boss Tong had already crawled ten meters out.

I could have hauled him back with a mere gesture, so I wasn't worried about his escape.

But at that moment, I saw a tall, thin figure help Boss Tong to his feet.

Boss Tong cried out as if saved, "Xiao Ma, you're finally here! I thought I was going to die here today. Quick, go and kill that kid!"

That Xiao Ma was the long-haired man involved in disposing of the body that other day; his combat skills were formidable—perhaps he was a descendant of a Grandmaster, or a professional martial artist, someone incredibly difficult to handle.

Though we had exchanged only two moves, I could already tell his fighting prowess was exceptional.

With Xiao Ma as his backing, Boss Tong seemed to regain some courage, waiting for me with gritted teeth.

At this juncture, Xiao Ma pulled a pistol from his waist and asked Boss Tong, "Boss, what exactly happened? Isn't this man tied up?"

Boss Tong pointed at me and said, "I don't know either. Maybe some kind of Qigong, hitting people flying through the air, and making the pistol hover above us."

Xiao Ma glanced at the pistol suspended above my head, hastily adjusted his grip, and muttered, "Hmph, trifling trick. Some roadside charlatan trying to fool me?"

I smiled faintly and said, "Feel free to come and try it out if you don't believe it."

Xiao Ma seemed very cautious; even though I was bound, he made no move to approach, maintaining a distance while holding his gun, stating, "But I don't have time to play games with you. Tied up like this, you're just a living target to me. Even if you have some talent, you ultimately can't compare to bullets."

He tightened his finger on the trigger and said, "My apologies, but you'll have to perform your tricks in the Hall of Yama."

With that, he fired a single shot at my head without hesitation.

The gun was loaded with a silencer; with a soft poof, I flinched and turned my head aside.

"Excellent, we finally killed the son of a bitch! Brothers, go and bring that woman over!" Boss Tong shouted excitedly.

However, at that moment, Xiao Ma said, "Wait!"

When Boss Tong asked what was wrong, Xiao Ma, sweating profusely, looked at the gun in his hand and admitted, "I missed."

Seeing my cover blown, I looked up and said with a grin, "Sharp eyes!"

My movement caused everyone present to instinctively step back. They clearly recognized Xiao Ma's skill, and even a novice has a very low chance of missing at a distance of over ten meters.

Seeing my mocking smile, Xiao Ma gritted his teeth, swung the muzzle of the gun, and fired three shots rapidly at Zhao Jiajia, but the bullets whistled past the edge of her hair, striking the steel support pillar behind her and sending up clouds of sparks.

Xiao Ma was completely stunned, exclaiming, "Impossible! How is this possible? It makes no sense! Who exactly are you?"

I didn't answer his question, only turning to Zhao Jiajia beside me and asking, "Are you alright?"

Zhao Jiajia nodded, speechless, clearly shocked by the spectacle before her.

At this point, Xiao Ma gestured to four lean men in black surrounding him, and they all promptly drew their weapons.

Next, amidst a shriek from Zhao Jiajia, bullets rained down on us like a downpour.

The gunfire continued for over a minute, finally replaced only by the metallic clicking of an empty chamber.

But when the men across from us looked back at our side, they saw that we were still sitting there, completely unharmed.

Witnessing their looks of astonishment, I felt entirely satisfied. Although the barrage of bullets had consumed a great deal of psychic energy, the objective of showing off had been achieved.

Now, everyone stared at me as if I were a monster.

I said coldly, "Your marksmanship is lacking, and wasting national ammunition is wrong. I've played enough. You lot, who usually rely on bullying others and commit every evil imaginable, especially that brute named Tong—only by tearing you human scum to shreds today can I ease the burning in my heart."

As I spoke, the ropes binding me automatically disintegrated, and I slowly stood up, stretching my limbs.

Seeing me rise, everyone immediately backed away a step, especially Boss Tong, whose face had turned ashen, devoid of any color.

To me, the people before me were now no different than pigs and sheep awaiting slaughter. Thus, I unhurriedly picked up the suit jacket someone had dropped, walked slowly to Zhao Jiajia, waved a finger, untied her bonds, and draped the coat over her shoulders.

Zhao Jiajia was deeply moved, almost to the point of tears, and quietly whispered one request to me: "Avenge me."

I smiled faintly, flexed my finger joints, and asked those present, "Who shall be first?"

At this moment, ninety percent of the people present had mentally collapsed and turned to flee toward the exit.

With a slight wave of my hand, countless iron barrels and wooden planks flew to the exit, sealing it tightly shut.

Those who reached the door froze, turning back in confusion to look at me.

I sensed the terror in their eyes and felt profound satisfaction. Seeing those who had been so arrogant moments ago now looking as if they were about to wet themselves was truly gratifying.

Then, I fixed my gaze on Boss Tong and began walking toward him, step by deliberate step.

Boss Tong was terrified and retreated step by step, as did his henchmen beside him.

After a few paces back, Boss Tong shouted, "Whoever kills this kid for me, I'll reward them with an Audi!"

This proclamation instantly stirred a ripple of movement among the terrified crowd. Indeed, money makes the world go 'round; after all, fifty thousand yuan was a sum many people couldn't earn in decades.

Several burly migrant workers raised wrenches and other crude weapons and charged toward us.

I recognized these as the men who had captured and knocked us out earlier, so I showed no mercy. With one hand, I grabbed the neck of one man from a distance and lifted him up. Then, with a sweep of my hand, I sent him spinning horizontally in mid-air. The immense centrifugal force knocked down several others nearby, instantly routing their charge.

Just then, a few men circled behind me and lunged forward together. I had no desire to use psychic energy; I simply turned, grabbed one man's arm, and executed a shoulder throw. Then, a straight punch cut through the massive pliers he held, striking another man squarely on the bridge of his nose. Though dazed, that man didn't let go of the pliers, trying to clamp down on my hand. I didn't retract my arm but spun into a side kick, sending him flying.

Seeing my fluid sequence of movements, the other man holding an electric drill froze in place. I made a face at him, and he bolted, tripping over the drill's power cord.

"Good skills!" Xiao Ma shouted from a distance upon seeing my techniques.

When I looked toward him, he dropped his gun, shrugged off his jacket, and said, "Since we are both martial artists, how about we settle this bare-handed? You cannot use that ability to manipulate objects—that is our gentleman's agreement."

I remained silent, walking toward him, thinking, does a man who murders innocent, weak women and disposes of bodies deserve to be called a gentleman? If I don't beat you until your own mother wouldn't recognize you today, my surname isn't Nie.

As I approached him slowly, he unexpectedly threw a punch at me. The blow was both fast and vicious; I dodged with great effort, barely avoiding it. At that instant, I caught a glimpse in my peripheral vision: the rogue had somehow acquired a dagger, which he swiftly lunged with his other hand to stab me. This move was utterly insidious, leaving no room to evade. Damn it, I cursed inwardly, this is your idea of bare-handed combat? You son of a bitch.

With a flash of thought, I channeled my psychic energy, propelling myself backward. Xiao Ma froze when he saw me evade his attack as if I had instantly teleported. However, he knew that if he didn't kill me, I would kill him, so he charged again with the knife. But I launched a forward thrusting side kick, instantly appearing before him, and kicked the dagger from his hand.

The man went berserk, reaching out with both arms to grab me. But I followed up with a forward thrusting straight punch, blasting him backward. I infused this punch with a slight degree of psychic energy; its force was extraordinary.

Xiao Ma was sent flying, rolling several times on the ground. He tried desperately to rise but failed, finally losing consciousness.

Witnessing Xiao Ma thoroughly defeated by my unbelievable combat skills, no one else dared to step forward. I swept my gaze over them one by one and stated, "Step forward, all of you who participated in the humiliation of Zhao Jiajia. Don't rely on luck; I saw everything clearly."

My words caused a commotion in the crowd, and soon, about a dozen men nervously stepped forward, screaming for mercy. I addressed them: "You, beat that Tong bastard severely. The one who hits the hardest might just be spared!"