The man and his bodyguards stared in disbelief.
"Catching bullets with one hand?"
"Even on TV, you wouldn't see something so exaggerated unless there was some sort of supernatural power involved."
"Of course," Ye Chen replied softly.
As he flicked his palm, every bullet suspended before him traced its original trajectory in reverse, striking those who had fired them and sending them collapsing into pools of blood.
Even the man’s legs were hit by bullets, leaving him wailing and sobbing on the ground.
"You—you can't kill me! I’m in charge here! If you kill me, you’ll never be able to leave this place. The United States will send their military!"
Seeing Ye Chen closing in, the man scrambled to beg for mercy, even throwing his own title around, hoping to make Ye Chen spare him.
All the corpses strewn around were bodyguards he had hired at great expense. Yet, they had proven to be so pathetically weak. His heart was bleeding.
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