HBWMA -Chapter 310 Let the Bullets Fly

At noon, the sunlight slanted across the sky. The alley that had once been exposed to light was again swallowed by shadows.

Su Yun leaned against a low wall covered in moss, her expression cold as she looked at the narrow alley she had walked through countless times.

Dark, damp, cramped, and full of filth and crime—this place never changed its rotten nature, even when sunlight occasionally fell upon it.

“Su Yun!”

She looked up. Su Miao was standing at the entrance of the passage, running toward her while gasping for breath.

“I finally found you… I… I need to talk to you.”

Su Yun glanced back toward the mouth of the alley, her gaze calm. “Whatever you want to say, wait until we get back.”

Su Miao nodded without thinking and only then carefully took in her surroundings.

She had never seen such a dilapidated place before. Her expression turned complicated.

“You… you’ve been living here all this time?”

“Yes.” Su Yun looked at her. “Does Miss Su think it’s dirty?”

“No.” Su Miao quickly waved her hands. “That’s not what I meant. Where exactly is your home? I was just thinking of taking a look.”

Su Yun pointed toward the entrance of the dark alley. “Turn from that path. The third small house is mine.”

Su Miao nodded and took off her backpack, handing it to Su Yun.

“Um… I don’t know how to explain what just happened earlier. That was my fault. It’s my first time visiting someone’s home—I shouldn’t come empty-handed. Take this.”

Su Yun glanced at the backpack behind her. Su Miao immediately pulled it back.

“It’s fine. I’ll bring it later when we get inside.”

Su Yun nodded. “Let’s go.”

The two walked side by side into the deep alley.

This road—Su Yun had walked it countless times.

When she was a child, she was afraid and would always wait for Zhao Tang to accompany her. Later, their schedules rarely matched, and she slowly learned to walk alone. But no matter how much she adapted, she could never face the fear this place had once given her.

If escaping was useless, then she would cut it off completely.

So she would not choose Zhou Yanheng’s path. From now on, she would never walk a road chosen by anyone else again. Her own life—she would fight for it herself.

“Is this your home?”

The two stood in front of a blackened concrete house. The only iron door was rusted beyond recognition.

Su Miao’s eyes carried pity.

Su Yun smiled faintly and took out a key. The key turned in the lock—click. The door opened.

She pulled it open halfway and reached out, as if to take Su Miao’s bag again.

“Miss Su, do you know? I’m really envious of you.”

As she spoke, her hand lightly rested on Su Miao’s shoulder.

Su Miao looked at her and obediently turned her back.

Su Yun placed both hands on the straps of the backpack. A flash of sharpness crossed her eyes.

Then, with force, she shoved Su Miao through the iron door. Before Su Miao could react, she slammed it shut.

BANG—!

A loud crash echoed as rust flakes fell from the door.

“Ahhhhh!!”

A scream erupted from inside.

“Who are you?! What are you doing?!”

Su Yun turned around and left without hesitation.

The dark alley remained in front of her, but now she felt no fear at all.

If something happened to Su Miao, the Su family would definitely investigate. Su Li—and everyone behind Su Li—would not escape. And then the Su family would learn her identity.

This was the path she had chosen for herself. Even if it was covered in thorns, even if it was unforgivable, she no longer cared.

Su Yun walked alone through the alley.

Suddenly, she heard hurried footsteps echoing through the passage.

She became alert at first—but when the person turned into view, shock filled her hollow eyes.

A girl wearing a pink baseball cap, carrying a pink backpack, rushed into the alley. As she arrived, the sunlight seemed to move with her, and the path behind her was filled with light.

Su Yun couldn’t describe the feeling. She just stood still and watched.

But the girl never looked at her from beginning to end, as if she were nothing more than air, walking straight past without a glance.

“…”

She knew her. The beloved “Whale Harbor Princess” everyone in Yucai envied—Jiang Huashan.

Su Yun turned around, her gaze following that fading figure.

At that moment, sunlight became a moving stage curtain, following the story’s heroine.

Inside the damp, dark house, Su Miao was dragged into a room without any light.

The warm down-filled quilt was torn into pieces, white goose down spinning and swirling in midair.

Her mouth was sealed shut with tape, and she stared blankly at the drifting feathers. Her clothes were being stripped away bit by bit. The moment her hem was pulled open, she gave up.

At that moment, the only thing she felt relieved about was that she was not a daughter of the Su family.

That way, even if she died, she wouldn’t bring shame to them.

【Erasure countdown: 03:00:03】

Su Miao closed her eyes and bit down hard on her tongue.

“Bang——!”

A deafening crash!

Something collapsed—sunlight suddenly forced its way in.

“Bang——”

Another impact. Scalding blood splattered across her face.

Su Miao slowly opened her eyes. A white goose feather landed on the tip of her nose. The next second, she heard the sound of salvation.

“Su Miao, don’t be afraid.”

Bang—bang—bang—

Gunshots rang out one after another in the shantytown, each one more intense than the last.

Su Yun stood frozen in place, staring in disbelief toward the concrete house.

For a moment, it felt as if she saw a bullet shoot out of the iron gate and strike straight between her eyebrows.

“Hm? It wasn’t you who fired?”

Su Yun froze. She turned around, her face instantly turning as pale as paper.

Zhou Yanheng had no idea when he had appeared in the dark alley. He was already a devil by nature, and in the darkness he looked even more dangerous—his smile alone was enough to send chills down one’s spine.

Su Yun stepped back defensively, completely unsure of how to handle the situation.

Zhou Yanheng glanced toward the direction of the gunfire with mild interest.

“You gave the gun to someone else?”

Su Yun shook her head. “N-no…”

Zhou Yanheng immediately lost interest. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked deeper into the alley.

Bang—bang—bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang——

The iron gate in front of the concrete house shook violently.

Zhou Yanheng tilted his head and rubbed his ear. Which little lunatic was this? It sounded like fireworks.

His curiosity deepened. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he walked toward the gate.

Just as he reached the entrance, a familiar voice came from inside.

“Kneel properly.”

Jiang Huashan, wearing a black sweater, guided Su Miao’s hand step by step as she held the gun. “This is the trigger. Keep pulling if you don’t hit. Don’t be afraid—even if you run out of bullets, there are more in the backpack.”

A pink backpack lay open, filled with countless supplies.

Su Miao was draped in a black windbreaker. Her hair was messy, her eyes unfocused. She could barely hold the gun, let alone fire it.

But Jiang Huashan was extremely patient, still guiding her hand.

“Don’t be afraid. Try aiming for the head this time.”

As she spoke, she pulled the trigger toward one man’s head.

Bang——

Another gunshot.

The bullet pierced the man’s shoulder instead. A bloody hole burst open, and his screams drowned out the gunfire.

“Oh no, missed! It’s fine, just fire another one.”

Before she finished speaking, the man’s leg was hit again.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’ll hit next time for sure.”

Jiang Huashan’s tone was gentle, like an elementary school teacher.

“Look, they don’t dare to resist at all. Even though I only have one gun and can only shoot one person at a time, none of them dare to be the first to rush forward—because they’re afraid of dying.”

“Su Miao, look at them. Face your fear. Kill them. Kill fear itself.”

The atmosphere instantly turned tense.

The men Zhao Si had brought were all desperate criminals. Seeing no way out, two of them exchanged glances and stood up at the same time, preparing to counterattack.

In a flash, Jiang Huashan pulled out a palm-sized modified pistol from her waist.

Bang.

One of them collapsed instantly. In the next second, she aimed at the other man.

“Sorry, I can hit the head—and I’m very accurate.”

Bang.

A bullet pierced his forehead before he could react.

“Alright, everyone else stay on your knees. The little garbage needs more practice.”