Lu Xi'an couldn't understand how ordinary people could get this strong in today's world.
But that wasn't the main point.
The main point was that the two strongmen, carrying the child, were almost at the end of the corridor.
Once they turned the corner, they would have to exert more effort to chase them.
"Yao Wei!"
Lu Xi'an hurriedly gave a reminder.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two gunshots rang out.
Yao Wei's bullets were like Xiao Li's Flying Knife, never missing. Those two were instantly taken down, their bodies slumping forward, and the child on one strongman's shoulder rolled off.
"Amazing!"
Lu Xi'an praised, asking, "How did you practice your shooting?"
He genuinely wanted to learn from Yao Wei.
"No practice, just used frequently."
Yao Wei replied.
This essentially meant it was all thanks to real combat experience, which Lu Xi'an could understand.
