"Do you believe there are gods in this world?"
Li Zu stared directly into John Preston's eyes, trying to find what he wanted in them.
"Gods?"
John could not help glancing up at the sky.
A winged woman was there, the storm generated by her beating wings crashing down head-on and forcing him to lean back.
Did winged people exist in this world? Before World War III, there would surely have been a crowd wildly beating their chests, kneeling like ancient priests to worship that "god."
But now, to John, who had no emotions and had never even come into contact with "contraband," she was an incomprehensible creature.
"You should know..." Li Zu kept staring into John's eyes through the sights of his pistol. "Aside from circus flying acts and cheesy youth dramas, where else would you find winged women except at a god's side?"
"Are you a god?" John asked in return, taking a step forward as he tried to press the gun barrel to Li Zu's head.
Clang.
Li Zu dropped the fire axe and swiftly reached out to grab the barrel before John's gun could touch his head.
"I'm not a god. If you know any gods, be sure to introduce me. I really want to find out whether they like brain teasers or American-style jokes."
Bang!
John fired without warning.
He had no intention of chatting with a strange-looking man, especially with a winged woman still flying overhead.
Pfft!!
Li Zu's palm was shot through, flesh and blood spraying everywhere.
The bullet tore through the wound and shot straight for Li Zu's head...
Thud—the bullet struck Li Zu's head, leaving a blood-red mark on his forehead before bouncing away.
After passing through Li Zu's palm, the bullet had become a hollow rubber ball. Other than knocking