After Dum Gai plunged from the thirty-story building and painted the concrete pavement below in a crimson color, everyone on the rooftop quickly snapped out of their daze with alarm.
"Shoot him!" The lackey cried while drawing his handgun on Albion.
The snipers immediately reacted, drawing their own handguns from their chest pockets instead of their heavy Barrett M107 rifles.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Numerous shots were immediately fired!
At the same time, Albion's red eyes emitted a stronger glow before he waved a single hand in a series of blurs with the other one behind his back, catching all the stray bullets directed at him with a casual and poised look.
However, after he peeked at the bullets in his hand, he realized the pointy tips were all blunted.
Obviously, he had failed to properly catch the bullets and relied on his fleshly body's powerful defense to block the shots with his hand.
Albion's lips twitched.
