Don't Let Me Catch You

Chen Feng turned his head and saw that the shooter was Liu Wubo, Yellow Hair Liu Wenbo's older brother.

Over the past three days,

Liu Wubo had checked his bank account and discovered that every penny he had scrimped and saved for his wedding had been secretly donated to the church by his mother.

"Maybe Mom's right. Someone like me doesn't deserve to get married."

"Even if I complain to the church and get the money back, she'll just give it to them again."

Despairing of his future, Liu Wubo heard that his mother was going to another gathering to donate money. In a rage, he took out a loan, bought an illegal gun on the black market, and prepared to take revenge on the church.

"You ruined my life."

"So I'll end yours."

With that thought in mind, Liu Wubo slipped into the gathering as a family member. When no one was watching, he pulled the trigger and fired three shots at the Dharma Protector.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two shots to the chest and one to the head. Not even an immortal could have survived that.

To Chen Feng, the last two bullets traced arcs through the air in slow motion.

That meant he had entered combat mode.

Since reaching Building-Burst Rank, Chen Feng had discovered a problem only Superman would have.

He was too strong. What if he patted someone on the shoulder a little too hard and turned them into Blood Mist—or flattened them into a photograph?

On top of that, the superhuman speed that came with his immense strength, along with his inhuman ability to track motion, made everyone else seem to stutter along at a crawl.

All of this made everyday life terribly inconvenient. So, as he grew familiar with his powers, Chen Feng learned