The incident happened suddenly.
On the dais, the president couldn't help but pause. The hand holding the medal instinctively pulled back, and then he felt the medal being tugged out of his grasp by an invisible force. It traced an arc through the air and landed in Chen Shouyi's hand.
Chen Shouyi looked slightly taken aback.
This was a little awkward!
He hadn't meant to do that at all.
He'd only let the thought cross his mind for a moment.
And the medal had ended up in his hand. What the hell—he looked as if he couldn't wait to get his hands on it.
"I'll take this first, then!" Chen Shouyi said, forcing himself to stay calm.
"Ah, oh, no problem!" The president came back to his senses and quickly replied. Seeing Chief Chen act as if no one else was around, so relaxed that he was still thinking about the medal, the president felt calmer too.
With Chief Chen there, a man capable of slaying gods, everything else was just chickenshit.
"Cling, cling, cling..."
One bloodied bullet after another squeezed out of the two Central Asians' bodies and clattered onto the marble.
In truth, the two had already suffered mortal wounds. Charging through a hail of bullets in a place so heavily guarded, where even the bullets were armor-piercing, was something even a demigod could hardly do without a scratch, let alone two legends.
But legendary powerhouses had formidable defenses and vitality. Even after receiving mortal wounds, it was hard for them to die right away.
After recovering a little, the two adjusted themselves back to peak condition and exchanged a glance. Both saw the resolve to die on the other's face.
"Attack!"
Without wasting a second on idle talk, the two rushed toward the dais, one behind the