At this critical moment, Chen Zheng pulled Feng Yueyue into his arms and reached out with incredible speed.
In an instant, the fired bullet seemed to freeze mid-air. It spun madly in his hand, unable to advance even half an inch.
"This..." The man in the suit's eyes widened dramatically, so shocked he could hardly believe what he was seeing.
At that moment, two more men with grim expressions emerged from behind a cabinet, immediately drawing their pistols and opening fire.
In just a few seconds, the room filled with the sound of gunfire as a large amount of white vapor erupted from Chen Zheng's body, forming a protective barrier that shielded them both. Bullets slammed into the white barrier with loud thuds, but they were completely ineffective.
Chen Zheng coughed violently, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly mobilizing his power had aggravated the injuries within his body, and he could no longer suppress them.
