Nail Trimming Done

The salty stench of the sea breeze blew across everyone's faces, their clothes flapping loudly against them. Dim yellow lights swayed, adding a touch of shock to the bizarrely silent scene.

"What the hell was that?"

Hank glanced at the Colt Python Revolver in his hand, disbelief and suspicion filling his face.

The sight had practically short-circuited their brains.

Since guns and bullets had first appeared, no one had ever heard of someone scraping sparks off bullets with their fingernails.

"I must be seeing things."

"Hank, are your eyes crossed?"

"Did the whores in the red-light district drain you dry?"

"Hank, is your marksmanship meant for shooting air?"

Hank's men questioned him uncertainly, instinctively assuming the problem was with Hank.

Hank had missed. He had used too much strength on women, leaving his kidneys weak, his eyes crossed, his hands shaking, and his shot off target.

As for scraping sparks, they had simply been seeing things.

When faced with something beyond common sense, people always instinctively searched for a reasonable explanation.

"Shut up, you idiots!"

Hank cursed angrily. Did he not know his own shooting skills? Even if he had overexerted himself with women, he would not fail to hit a stationary target.

Something about this was deeply strange. The howling sea wind sent chills down their spines.

The butler shielded young master Mario and stepped back, staring at Ba Di. His eyes held shock mixed with disbelief, and even a trace of doubt that perhaps his old eyes had failed him.

"What the hell are you?"

Hank squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, his vicious expression suppressing the shock in his heart. The Colt Python Revolver in his hand extended forward again, aimed at Ba Di.

"Bang!"

He fired again. Smoke rose from the barrel, the cylinder clicked as it turned, and time seemed to slow as the bullet was propelled forward by the explosion.

This time, they all stared wide-eyed, watching Ba Di with complete concentration.

Ba Di slowly extended his hand, and the bullet met the nail on the other side of his middle finger with perfect precision.

The bullet spun with a scorching red glow, leaving a trail through the air before slowly spinning into Ba Di's middle fingernail again. Tiny flakes of nail were scraped away by the rotating bullet amid flickering sparks.

It was like the sparks produced by a power saw cutting through steel.

At last, guided by the force of Ba Di's finger, the bullet veered away and flew off to the side. It landed in the sea with a soft thud, while his fingernail had been filed into a pointed shape.

Ba Di nodded, very satisfied.

It seemed that trimming one fingernail required about four bullets: one from each side, then shaving off the pointed tip and smoothing the rough edges. Perfect.

This time, everyone present witnessed Ba Di's incredible bullet-filing nail technique.

Both groups inhaled sharply in unison, absurd thoughts rising in their hearts.

"How is that possible?"

"I'm sure I'm not seeing things this time."

"He really caught a bullet with his fingernail."

"Impossible. Impossible."

"What kind of monster is that?"

Everyone grew terrified, exchanging looks as they stared at Ba Di as though he were an alien.

Of course, fundamentally speaking, Ba Di was an alien.

The howling sea wind chilled them to the bone, making even their bones feel weak and limp.

The butler hurriedly shielded his young master again and retreated, his eyes filled with horrified fear. He had never seen anyone block bullets before.

And with fingernails, no less—he had scraped the bullets away.

This was fucking terrifying. This was completely beyond the realm of humanity! Hank's massive, bear-like body trembled as he staggered back a step, his pupils full of terror.

He really... could block bullets?

Even this fearsome Russian man could not help feeling a chill in his heart, especially since he had taken the initiative to shoot such a monster—a monster that could knock bullets away with his fingernails.

The sea breeze left Hank's heart ice-cold, goosebumps rising all over his body. Never had Gotham's sea wind felt so frigid.

I, Hank, have been through too much to be scared by this. You can't scare me! Though his legs were a little weak and trembling.

But on second thought, he had already offended this monster. He could not just sit around and wait to die.

He gritted his teeth, and his expression abruptly shifted into one of ferocity, ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

The Colt Python Revolver that he had gradually lowered rose again, firing several shots in rapid succession.

"Open fire!"

Hank roared viciously. As the leader of a gang, he clearly possessed considerable leadership ability.

Although his men often mocked and teased one another, that was merely everyday banter. When a crisis arose, his authority naturally became apparent, and his men naturally obeyed him.

His men hesitated only briefly before their expressions changed from shock to ruthlessness, and they opened fire.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Amid the cold night and howling sea wind, gunshots and the smell of gunpowder suddenly erupted.

A barrage of bullets instantly poured down.

Ba Di smiled faintly. His right hand moved at extreme speed, leaving afterimages as he met the incoming bullets with his fingernails.

A sharp metallic slicing sound suddenly rang out alongside the gunfire. Sparks sprayed before Ba Di, every bullet trimming his sturdy fingernails.

Countless sparks danced and scattered before Ba Di, seeming to form a shield. The bullets could not get anywhere near him.

Every slicing spark brought immense terror to those firing.

"What kind of monster are you??"

Their eyes widened further and further, their hearts growing colder as they could not help screaming in fear.

The AK47s kept firing loudly and continuously, and their hearts sank ever deeper.

After finishing the nails on his right hand, Ba Di glanced at them slightly. Satisfied with the result, he extended his left hand and continued making sparks.

The sound of steel being sawed was even more piercing than gunfire, making them miserable. The bullets bursting into sparks were simply enough to drive people to despair.

After both hands had been trimmed, Ba Di stood still. He caught more than a dozen bullets with one hand, protecting the test tube from being shattered. Without moving from where he stood, he endured the barrage of nearly two hundred bullets.

The gunfire gradually ceased. Everyone knew that the man before them could not be killed.

He did not merely catch bullets—he had a Body of Steel, impervious to blades and bullets. Shooting him anywhere was useless.

The smell of gunpowder rose sharply, thick smoke blown away by the sea breeze.

Everyone looked at one another, their faces frozen with terror and helplessness.

Ba Di picked up a still-warm bullet between his fingers and flicked it. With a shrill whistle through the air, it shot toward an oil drum.

"Bang."

As though struck by a fired bullet, the oil drum instantly bent inward in a strange dent, then was sent flying by the impact, landing more than ten meters away.

Before the suitcase full of money on top of the oil drum could hit the ground, Ba Di flicked another bullet, accurately shooting the case shut. The suitcase fell to the ground with a smack.

Having displayed his strength, Ba Di's eyes swept aggressively across every face, making them panic beneath his gaze.

"I need a few dogs to do things for me."