The Urban Dao Child.
Yang Dao is an orphan. He does not speak much. He is so introverted that if not for his grades no one would have even known about him. One day it all changed. A red helicopter landed in front of him and a black-haired beauty walked up to him. She spoke in a joyful and emotional voice, "Young Master, this servant finally found you." ... Follow Yang Dao, a boy blessed by the heavens. A guy who was given four familiar spirits by the heavens. DISCLAIMER: THE COVER IMAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Mentalist.
Yang Dao's cold voice sent a chill down the spine of the bandit leader. The guy still tried to play it hard though, "Even if we all die, what makes you so sure that you can still stay alive."
The boy smiled and said in a low voice, "Your people only have ten real guns the rest are life-like imitations."
Under the helmet, a pair of cold sharp eyes enlarged. The person could not believe how the guy found out but what he said was true indeed. Among fifty people only ten held real guns and bullets the rest held dummies.
One more thing was clear to the bandit leader, that this guy did not want to kill unabashedly. Taking the mercifulness into account the guy said, "I agree, let my people go and I follow you."