Moreover, judging from the fracture marks on the bones, that kick had clearly been much larger than an ordinary person's foot. David had long suspected that this was connected to the Iron Man who had saved the helicopter. Now that the man was standing right in front of him, David could not help but ask.
Chen Mo did not deny it and simply nodded.
"That's right. It was me."
Seeing Chen Mo admit it so readily, David could not help feeling excited. His previous analysis had indeed been correct—these incidents really were connected!
But...
Thinking of a point that had always puzzled him, David looked at Chen Mo and asked again.
"The other gunman was killed by a single knife through the chest, but according to the autopsy report, that knife entered from his back and was pulled out from the front of his chest..."
When David reached this point, he looked at Chen Mo with a puzzled expression, though he could not help feeling nervous. He did not know whether Chen Mo would continue answering his questions.
Chen Mo did not speak immediately. Instead, he slowly raised his right hand. Under David's confused gaze, an entirely silver Throwing Knife appeared above Chen Mo's palm, floating in midair.
Watching this astonishing scene, David's eyes widened in shock. Was this magic?
Under David's stunned gaze, Chen Mo lightly waved his hand, and the Throwing Knife floating above his palm suddenly shot forward, reaching David in the blink of an eye.
David only saw a blur before the Throwing Knife vanished from sight. When he saw it again, it was quietly floating before him, less than ten centimeters from the center of his forehead!
Cold sweat began to seep from David's brow.
It was far too fast!
He had not had time