To the astonishment of everyone, the bullets did indeed connect with the cosplay man's body—but they didn't even pierce through his clothing.
The sight was eerily familiar to scenes from the superhero movies they had watched, but this was real, happening right in front of them.
"F-fu*k..." one of the hooligans stammered, his voice trembling. It was the exact moment they realized they'd made a grave mistake.
"Wh-who are you, bro?" the leader muttered, his hands shaking uncontrollably from the shock that gripped him.
"Shua!"
Aengus didn't grant them the luxury of pondering further.
With a wave of his hand, the gang leader disintegrated into black ashes, the act as casual as if he were brushing away dust. His presence radiated an aura of such unrelenting menace that it left no doubt—he was the Devil Incarnate himself.
"Let's go," Aengus said, his tone calm but final, as he grabbed Bella's hand and pulled her along firmly.
