Oh?
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it?
Shen Le froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed despite himself. His laughter made the people who had revealed themselves with guns in hand extremely nervous. They stepped closer. "Hands up!"
At the barked order, Shen Le's expression did not change. Old Anderson, however, shuddered all over, his feet tangling beneath him as he crashed straight to the floor.
Trembling, he tried to get up, but failed several times. He could only brace himself on all fours and scuttle away, hiding behind one of the black-clad gunmen. "Get him! Restrain him!!!"
Shen Le let out a long sigh. Leisurely, he raised both hands for the men in black to see. Then, he deliberately spread his thumbs and forefingers apart before slowly bringing them together.
The instant his fingertips met, the faces of the black-clad men changed dramatically, and they backed away. With a series of soft pops, the spiritual-energy barriers around them burst lightly like soap bubbles.
Then, without any direct contact—or even any sound or visual effect—the muzzles and barrels of the guns pointed at Shen Le silently softened, collapsed, and sealed shut.
It looked as if the barrels had suddenly become dough, only to be casually squeezed shut by someone—
"Impossible!"
"This is impossible!"
"Devil!"
"Magneto—"
A chaotic chorus of startled cries erupted. The little ones diligently helped translate those heavily accented exclamations, many of which contained an abundance of F-words, and Shen Le nearly laughed out loud when he heard them:
How had Magneto and the devil gotten mixed together?
Seriously, did none of these mercenaries have even the slightest understanding of China's Five Elements theory?
He was using the power of Metal. He could control all metals, not just iron-based ones!
"Fall back!"
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