The woman's attention shifted to Owen as her target moved away.
She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head slightly upward in a threatening manner, clearly showing her displeasure.
"So, he had a bodyguard, that's disturbing," she said, her tone quite frustrated.
"There's a misunderstanding, my dear," Owen informed. "I have nothing to do with that guy. Just like you, I was on their trail." He casually slipped his hands into his pockets. "Except my reasons were obviously different from yours."
"Then who are you?" the woman asked.
"I..."
However, as Owen was about to reply, the woman didn't give him the chance and fired a bullet at the fleeing man. Yet Owen quickly positioned himself in the path of the bullet, which crashed into his forehead as if it were steel.
"Nice try, but I wasn't born yesterday," Owen chuckled.
"I don't have time for this," the woman announced.
