Time inside the warehouse seemed to stretch, frozen in that very instant.
Everyone stared upward in the same posture at the paper airplanes circling overhead. They flickered with demonic red light, their wings making a soft rustling sound.
The sound was not loud, yet it pounded densely against everyone's hearts, drowning out their breathing and overwhelming their heartbeats.
The bombs did not fall immediately, but this unresolved threat of death was more devastating to the nerves than being instantly blown off their feet.
The armed personnel stood frozen in place, not daring to make any rash moves. They could only look up in terror at that dark cloud of death.
The composure vanished from Liana's face, replaced by panic and helplessness.
Just then, Braun suddenly opened his eyes without warning. As if nothing had happened, he stood up and even had the leisure to brush the dust from himself.
Under everyone's silent, horrified stares, he complained as though still shaken by the ordeal:
"Such a terrifying method. I almost thought I was going to die!"
In a breezy tone, he said, "Fortunately, I already knew you had something like this, so I took a few little... precautions in advance."
As he spoke, a smug smile curled at his lips. He pulled open his collar and rapped his knuckles twice against his chest. A crisp metallic ring answered!
Abigail's pupils constricted. Only then did she see clearly that Braun was wearing a strange Inner Armor beneath his clothes, woven from extremely fine Metal Wire and gleaming silver-gray. Thin Metal Plates had even been embedded in some places.
One of the armed personnel looked enlightened—no wonder the man had felt strangely heavy and awkward when they had lifted him earlier!
But there was no point bringing that up now.
"Still, I'm a