The man gently shook his head, his smile still as warm as early spring sunlight. "No, I just happened to pass by and saw someone who needed help."
"Also, I hate it when people point guns at me."
The words sounded casual and relaxed, yet they inexplicably made Ivan Vanko feel an invisible pressure.
Seeing this, Selena felt a surge of urgency in her heart.
Although she knew nothing about this mysterious man's identity, she instinctively felt that he might be her only savior.
"Careful..."
She squeezed out those words with all her strength. Her voice was as faint as a thread, yet filled with a sincere warning.
Ivan Vanko clearly had no patience for this meaningless conversation any longer. He decided to end it quickly.
He pulled the trigger.
The bullets howled through the air, carrying the trajectory of death. Yet just before they could touch the man's body, they seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and froze in midair, creating an eerie sight.
Ivan Vanko's expression changed drastically at the sight. His eyes widened as he stared at everything before him in disbelief. He had never seen anything so bizarre, and his heart was filled with fear and confusion.
He tried to pull the trigger again, only to find that the gun seemed to have been locked by some mysterious force and could no longer fire a single bullet.
The man smiled faintly, as if he had expected this all along. "I told you, I hate it when people point guns at me."
His tone was relaxed, as though he were merely discussing the weather.
Selena widened her eyes, staring at the scene before her in disbelief.
Though she was in desperate straits, a trace of curiosity rose from deep within her. *Who exactly was this