"You...you stay back!"
Scarface Hernandez held up his gun, aiming at the silhouette. His voice trembled, and he was extremely terrified.
The guy in front of him was not an ordinary person but a real monster.
How could a normal person jump from a height of six or seven meters and remain unscathed, not to mention the terrifying aura he exuded?
My face was dark, as cold as ice.
In my slightly narrowed eyes, a chilling murderous intent spread.
Suddenly, I took a step forward.
Scarface Hernandez shivered all over, scared out of his wits, and instinctively pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The gun fired, and the bullet shot out.
But around me, a swift wind whirled, causing the bullet to slow down. I moved a step and avoided the shot.
Seeing this, Scarface Hernandez was almost scared out of his wits.
"You...you stay back...let me go, and we'll pretend nothing happened today. I won't bother you again," Scarface Hernandez said in panic.
