It was swift and electrifying, yet now it seemed like a farce.
Sean Knight got out of the car and took a few steps forward, when Elijah Hastings immediately stopped him.
"Boss, don't go forward yet," Elijah said, "The intentions of these people are unclear, and they don't seem friendly. I'll go ahead and check."
With that, he walked forward with a pistol in his hand, fearless despite the modest weapon.
In the years he had followed Sean Knight, although he hadn't fully absorbed the energy from the gold figurine, his body had undergone a drastic transformation.
Elijah felt that even if the heroes from the Marvel universe were to show up, he'd dare to arm wrestle with them.
The pickup truck driver didn't dare to get out; he might have been fierce, but he wasn't stupid.
With several guns pointed at him, getting out would be suicidal, wouldn't it?
But the people behind didn't know that.
