"Uh... Brother Lin, is your head messed up? They're holding guns, not toy guns, real guns that shoot bullets," Caini repeated helplessly, fearing Lin Mu might not know these were real guns.
"So what if they shoot bullets? I said I'm not afraid, and that's that," Lin Mu dismissively waved his hand.
"Brother Lin, I'm begging you to think of a plan seriously. Isn't it hard not to boast at all?" Caini appeared skeptical, thinking, "This guy isn't made of iron; can bullets not penetrate him?"
"Haha, miss, it seems you don't fully believe in my skills!" Lin Mu said, feeling exasperated and displeased with Caini's doubt.
"Oh, Brother Lin, there's got to be a limit to arrogance, right? You can't be boundlessly cocky! They're holding guns, not playing house with you. I'm still so young; I don't want to risk dying with you!" Caini lamented.
"Don't worry, I said I've got a way to deal with them," Lin Mu remained confident.
