Pistol rounds clearly could not have produced that effect. The three looked more as though they had been struck by high-explosive rounds from a large-caliber sniper rifle. Chen Xuan guessed this was the effect of Reid's ability. He had deliberately avoided their vital points to take them alive.
Unlike during the earlier game of truth, he had not said a word when he fired. He had also only touched Flying Star and Warrior, yet all three had ended up shot. That meant there was more than one way to use this curse ability.
But Chen Xuan had anticipated the disparity in strength between the two sides, so the result did not surprise him at all.
Most of his attention remained on the person who had yet to make a move.
"You're the only one left. Will you surrender?" Abigail asked.
"As expected of the elites handpicked by the Organization." The young man's expression was grave. "You're so powerful, yet you willingly serve a bunch of useless parasites. Why? Can't you see they're corrupting this world?"
"Don't... don't waste your breath on her. She'll never wake up..." His companion clutched his bleeding wound, fighting through the pain.
"A-Meng, take our lives. A-avenge us!"
"That's right! We'd rather die than surrender!"
"The Dimensional Limit Organization exists to deal with lawless bastards like you," Reid said contemptuously. "You think having abilities means you can do whatever you want. Just look at how many people you've killed while chasing down a single defector!"
"Isn't the Organization the same?" The young man called A-Meng frowned. "We have many differences, but we share the same goal of pursuing power. Only with enough power can we put our ideals into practice."
Reid was about to argue, but Abigail raised a hand to stop him. "Did you come