The yard was in utter chaos, all thanks to Nan Ji's sudden appearance.
Fan Liping instinctively reached for his gun, then saw the elephant charge past a log loader.
The multi-ton log loader was violently shoved aside.
This display of power instantly extinguished any thought Fan Liping had of shooting the elephant dead.
A man who gets shot can still run around for a while, high on adrenaline.
But this was a multi-ton elephant. Unless a bullet struck a vital organ, it would keep rampaging for some time—long enough to go berserk and send him flying like that poor bastard just now.
Besides, with his small handgun and its 9mm bullets, Fan Liping seriously doubted he could kill an elephant.
After all, an elephant's skin was three centimeters thick, and to support such a massive body, its bones were terrifyingly dense.
In short, when a rampaging elephant is charging at you and all you have is a small handgun, the best choice is to turn tail and run.
Fan Liping scrambled away.
