Gin glanced at Chen and Ai Haibara. When he saw Ai Haibara, he found her somewhat familiar.
Ai Haibara was extremely nervous. She was facing Gin face-to-face—the Black Organization's cold-blooded killer.
Chen patted Ai Haibara on the head, offering her some comfort.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and Chen tilted his head aside, dodging the bullet Gin had fired.
At that moment, Ai Haibara moved. Her tiny fist shot toward Gin. At first, Gin paid it no mind.
But when that fist struck Gin's body, he felt as though he had been hit by a train, his intestines twisting together from the blow.
Gin was sent flying, crashing heavily into a nearby amusement park ride.
Vodka swallowed hard, staring at Ai Haibara in horror. How could this little girl have such terrifying strength?
Ai Haibara lowered her head to look at her fist, then at Gin, who had been sent flying and could no longer get up. She was equally astonished, though a trace of delight rose in her heart as well.
"She didn't even use chakra. If she had, Gin would be dead by now, wouldn't he?" Chen looked at Gin sprawled on the ground in the distance like a dead dog.
Gin had been brutally beaten again, and Vodka stood there without even daring to move.
Even his boss had been taken down, let alone him. This man and this little girl had to be like those terrifying people they had encountered before.
Vodka simply could not understand why there were still people this powerful. He had seen this man dodge his boss's bullet with nothing more than a tilt of his head.
Could it be that this world was not an ordinary one—that there were extraordinary people with powers unlike those of normal humans? In that