The man and his bodyguards stared in disbelief.
Catching a bullet with one hand?
Even in movies, that was unheard of, unless he possessed some sort of supernatural power.
"Certainly!" Ye Chen replied softly.
As he spoke, his palm swept through the air.
Every bullet fired at him reversed its original trajectory, striking the very men who had shot them. They collapsed, drowning in their own blood. Even the man was struck in the leg, left howling and weeping in agony.
"You—you can't kill me! I am a leader here. If you kill me, you will never get out of this place alive. The United States will send in the army!"
Watching Ye Chen draw ever closer, the man began to beg for mercy, even pulling out his status in a desperate attempt to make Ye Chen spare him.
All the corpses lying around were bodyguards he had hired at great expense.
Yet, they had proven to be so fragile.
His heart bled at the loss.
"Then let them come!"
As his voice fell, a Wind Blade manifested from Ye Chen’s body and surged toward the man. As the two men turned away, the blade sliced across the man’s throat.
Blood sprayed, and the man clutched his neck, his life force gradually fading away.
Chapter 390