The Jiangxi man raised his hand to the sky, with his thumb and index finger spread out, imagining that his palm was a gun. He half-squinted his eyes and aimed at the plane passing overhead.
"It is said that this is a place where you can shoot down a plane with a gun."
"If you shoot down this plane, two hundred people will die. If you kill Jimmy, a thousand people will die in Tsim Sha Tsui." Mawei looked at this inexplicable Jiangxi native and couldn't help but sigh.
"Really? But someone who can be killed so easily can't be that powerful.