The scavenger let out a gasp, and his finger trembled, causing the arrow nocked on the string to shoot towards Sun Hang.
Sun Hang reached out, catching the flying arrow mid-air—it was merely a sharpened disposable chopstick, with its tip wrapped in tin snipped from a can and the rear fletched with two feathers from a shuttlecock, held together by tape.
Although such makeshift arrows couldn't compare to real arrows in lethality, a shot to a vital area like the throat could still be deadly. Moreover, the homemade crossbow, using several hard rubber bands as a string, was powerful enough at this range to penetrate a one-centimeter-thick solid wood board... definitely a weapon under regulation.
"I... I didn't mean it!" Seeing the arrow shot out, and Sun Hang catch it directly with his hand, the scavenger panicked, "I... I really just slipped my hand! I didn't mean to kill you! Really! Honestly!"
He hesitated for a moment, then dropped the crossbow and fell to his knees, trembling.
