Dragon Team Leader was sent staggering backward by the punch and dropped onto the ground with a thud.
He covered his face in pain and could not raise his head for a long while.
The armed personnel around them suddenly came to their senses and turned to aim their guns at Lu Xin.
More than a dozen submachine guns were trained on one person at close range, yet the one feeling fear was not the person being targeted.
These armed soldiers watched Lu Xin lower his head and grind out his cigarette. Even the knuckles of the hands holding their guns had gone faintly white. They seemed far from unfamiliar with Ability Users, so after witnessing Lu Xin's battle with the young man in the traditional Chinese tunic, they showed neither curiosity nor surprise. They felt only fear—the kind of fear that came from seeing such an overwhelming disparity and losing all sense that they could control their own fate.
Even now, they still could not understand how such a terrifying and desperate situation had come about.
"If I were you, I wouldn't shoot."
After grinding out his cigarette butt, Lu Xin said in a low voice without looking at them, "Dead people aren't a good thing."
"If you die, your families probably won't be happy. And if I kill someone, I won't feel happy either..."
"So why can't you put down your guns and talk this out calmly?"
"..."
Listening to Lu Xin's calm, even somewhat sincere tone, the armed personnel felt as if despair had swallowed them whole.
Someone so much stronger than them was talking reason with them. It was terrifying...
...Were all those corpses around them the result of him talking reason with them?
While the young man in the traditional Chinese tunic covered his face