Looking at the deserted street, Zhong Yuanliang suddenly thought of a joke.
The joke is about a country abroad where guns are rampant, and people on the street, upon hearing loud noises, their first reaction is to find cover and hide. In contrast, pedestrians in Dragon Country, because of good public security and strict gun control, tend to watch the commotion upon hearing loud noises, since they are not conscious of the danger.
Zhong Yuanliang's reaction just now was a true depiction of the pedestrians in the joke.
"How could there be gunshots in the bustling area of Central State?" Zhong Yuanliang wondered as he looked around.
Just at this moment, a shadow suddenly darted out from behind an electric pole, catching Zhong Yuanliang's attention.
A woman with ear-length short hair emerged from behind the pole. Her tight jeans perfectly showcased her figure, but blood was seeping through the fingers of her right hand, which was clutching her left arm.
