The words shocked everyone who stood in the group. Garren, Nova, Fred, Sol, Ogre. Everyone who heard those words couldn't help but look toward Stanley, who frowned.
This was bad.
"My level?" Garren asked, looking at the man who had just checked Stanley's power.
Stanley didn't wait for anyone to get an answer. He had to act now.
Time slowed down around him as he moved, pushing past the heavy air, making his way to the guns that were being picked up by one of the Lightning Nova's men.
Stanley punched the man in the face right when his shield flickered. His hand went through the shield, crushing the man's face as the blood, bone, and teeth scattered in the air.
He wasn't done. Even as the dead man's body fell to the ground, he grabbed the suitcase from his tight hands and took the Net gun out from it.
