A gust of wind swept past her, and the bullet was gone.
No… it was still there, caught between two fingers in mid air.
She stared in shock.
A young man with a neat black coat had intercepted it just before it struck her.
That alone was terrifyingly powerful. She couldn't see his face clearly, but the aura radiating from him was unmistakable—he was a World Diver.
The thugs' knees buckled at the sight.
"Shit! Another World Diver? And this one looks powerful… probably an Elite, or even stronger!"
"A monster! How are regular people supposed to live like this?"
"Well, that's our cue to run!"
With trembling hearts and shaking legs, they fled. Every last one of them.
The moment Igaris turned to face her, Shirley froze.
That handsome face, those black strands of hair, those dark, piercing eyes, and that confident posture—he felt strangely familiar… yet unfamiliar at the same time.
