"Oh, a germaphobe, huh?" Old Dog ridiculed Tang Zheng as he lifted the hem of his tank top, revealing a black-coated handgun tucked in his shorts, the threat blatantly obvious.
"Is this your lackey?" Tang Zheng pointed at his chin.
Following Old Dog were six boys, all in tank tops and shorts, carrying batons they had pilfered from the school's security room, staring menacingly at Tang Zheng.
"Don't move." Old Dog suddenly drew his gun and aimed at Tang Zheng, then burst into wild laughter, "Haha, are you really dumb or just pretending to be? You see I have a weapon and still you let your guard down?"
"That's a nice gun, but shouldn't the armed police use Type 03 assault rifles? With my years of experience playing Call of Duty, this looks like a standard German rifle." A boy envied, walking towards Tang Zheng, reaching for the strap of his rifle, "Let go now, don't you see what's going on?"
