In the softly dim, high-end sci-fi luxury bar, the clash had ended in a flash. Amid the wrecked sofas, tables, and booths,
the black-haired figure in sunglasses—whom everyone had assumed would be at a disadvantage—stood wildly atop a backrest,
his gun aimed at the forehead of the man below!
He had nearly instantly suppressed four opponents of the same rank. Everyone present was astonished by the scene, but even more eye-catching than that display of strength
was the sharp edge he exuded!
That was not something an ordinary C-Rank could possess!
Moreover, his special Ability that could pass through objects and defenses, both versatile and troublesome, made many eyes light up. One could already foresee the various olive branches they would extend to him later.
"Ho~ He's pretty capable. I'm starting to like this kid."
Watching this unexpected development, Annabella lowered the hand she had been preparing to use her Ability with and spoke in an interested low voice. Serica, who had been concerned that he might run away, was also slightly surprised.
Gripping the handle of the Beretta, flamboyance, recklessness, exhilaration, and abandon—the excitement of entering the participants' world tonight had transformed into all kinds of burning emotions.
This was neither a covert operation nor a situation where he had lost all his Abilities. Because he was strong enough to disregard every cumbersome process,
Fang Ran directly chose the simplest and most brutal method!
"You'd better answer honestly, because I'm very good at telling whether someone is lying."
In the intoxicated, chaotic bar, he had started fighting at the slightest disagreement. The development made Fang Ran's carefree chuckle burn even hotter.
Feeling the muzzle pressed against his forehead, Michael's expression turned ugly as he was about to say something.
Whoosh—!
A burst of magical energy suddenly rose. Glasses exploded