[At that time, when that notorious bandit charged at me, I was only a few meters away, at most no more than ten meters. He was running unbelievably fast—if he had fired at me first, I probably wouldn't be here chatting with you today.]
[That guy was holding a shotgun, about as long as half an arm, thick and solid. Honestly, I feel like he could've used it to bash my head and still leave a big lump.]
[When he fired, I was completely stunned. Have you ever seen someone shooting skeet? That guy shot at the pad like he was skeet shooting; pieces were flying everywhere in the air!]
[There wasn't any blood in the air. Pai De isn't a person; it's a tablet!]
Late into the night, Old Twelve was drinking at home and still didn't dare sleep. So, he started chatting in the family group chat.
One thing led to another, and his chatter kept going until dawn.
