I’m not A Busybody

The black youth got up from the bench and glared at Tang Xiu as he and the rest of his men pulled out their pistols. Right as they aimed the muzzles at Tang Xiu, however, Tang Guang's chilling voice sounded, "Put the gun down if you don't wanna die here. I already told you that your gun is useless and is nothing but a toy in my eyes."

"What fucking arrogance!" shouted the black youth.

A chilling light flashed in Tang Guang's eyes. The dagger in his hand instantly shot at the guy's wrist. As the fella's pistol fell to the floor, the delicate woman bounced up a few times and appeared in front of the seven or so big men as the silver thread in her palm swept at them, directly cutting off their wrists that held their guns, causing their wrists to fall onto the floor along with their pistols.

In that instant, all the smuggled people inside the cabin were stricken with panic, looking incredulously at Tang Guang and the delicate woman racing hearts.