"Click."
"Puff!"
Underneath the boiling rage born out of jealousy, Tiya Kirk raised her special equipment and fired at Chloe Stephens.
It was fast.
In just a few moments, it reached Chloe's face.
Len Hawthorne lifted his long leg and kicked Chloe's chair, sending her away.
His gaze fixed on Tiya, he caught the still-warm bullet between two fingers.
His eyes swept over, like the edge of a knife.
"Puff!"
The bullet flew out between his fingers.
With a fierce energy, it had a greater force than when it was fired from the gun.
Tiya immediately dodged and narrowly escaped, her back covered in a thin layer of sweat.
When she looked towards Chloe, she didn't hide her jealousy at all.
As everyone here was fleeing, she strode up to Len and demanded, "Who is she? Why were you so close to her?"
She had the attitude of a spoiled young lady.
Len ignored her, and under the urging of his strength, the knife on the table flew towards Tiya.