Reinhardt's POV
At the last second, Reinhardt jumped forward, reaching the other side of the street in time to not get run down by the truck that was speeding down the road.
He looked at the truck's direction, sighing in relief.
Only then he noticed the people around him, staring, eyeing, some even glaring at him, their mouths open in utter disbelief.
"How..."
"Are you okay... Sir?"
The person who asked was the young man who helped him when he staggered backwards, back when he was watching the broadcast along with many other spectators.
"I'm fine, thank you, young man." Reinhardt smiled.
But the young man wasn't smiling.
He stared at Reinhardt just like the others.
After all that they heard Clifford say in the broadcast, he shouldn't be surprised that a feat like his would raise suspicion among the crowd.
'The barrier is getting thinner by the minute...' He sighed.
