Old Two pressed the gun against Gu Fan's head, shouting threateningly, "Kid, try saying one more word."
Gu Fan, though frustrated and indignant, felt the cold barrel against his forehead, like a knife piercing straight to his heart. In the end, he chose to swallow his pride and endure silently.
"Kid, I'll let you off this time, but remember, there won't be a next time." After saying that, Old Two withdrew the gun, a look of disdain flashing across his face.
Just as everyone thought the matter was over and let out a sigh of relief, Old Two, who had turned away, suddenly spun back around and landed a hard slap across Gu Fan's face. He snarled viciously, "Kid, this slap is to teach you a lesson, so you'll remember next time!"
Gu Fan fell to the ground, his cheek burning with pain, his frustration boiling inside. Yet he was helpless; a high schooler stood no chance against an adult, especially one armed with a gun.
