"Now... can someone tell me what happened?"
Chen Hai felt that the Colt M1911 semi-automatic pistol had some sort of affinity with him. The first time he came to this world, some idiot had accidentally slid a Colt M1911 semi-automatic pistol right in front of him, allowing him to kill someone for the first time.
When he entered the woods and hurried over here just now, he had seen from afar Babulo open fire, Andrew unleash his telekinetic ability, and Steve unleash his telekinetic ability, smashing Babulo into serious injury. Then, the Colt M1911 semi-automatic pistols that seemed to be standard issue for those gang members flew to a spot not far from him.
Chen Hai picked up a Colt M1911 semi-automatic pistol and looked over inquisitively. He walked to Babulo's side, aiming the pistol at the severely injured Babulo, who was slumped against a hemlock trunk.
"You..." Andrew, Matt, and Steve did not recognize Chen Hai at first.
Before he had assigned any points—when they had rescued him last night—Chen Hai had merely been an ordinary Asian with no particularly distinguishing features.
But now, whether it was the deep eyes beneath his black hair, his handsome facial contours, his upright posture, or the faint outline of muscles beneath his white t-shirt, everything about him exuded overwhelming masculine charm—enough to steal every woman's gaze and make them covet his body.
Under the system's point allocation, his body had nearly reached perfection and the peak of human limits.
The difference between Chen Hai now and last night was so great that they had not recognized him at first glance.
"Telekinesis? There are supernatural abilities in this world?"
Surprise and unease mingled in Chen Hai's heart.
Although he had a system, he still hoped that he would be the only one in