Impossible, right?

Tony cleared a path for Ryan and Alice, his bodyguards lowering their guns as he had stepped back as he said he would.

Now it was Ryan's turn to back down, but he wasn't in a hurry to do anything.

The priority was to get Alice out of the sniper's range quickly.

But as Ryan walked out, he was extra cautious. He could feel the malice lurking behind him, the assassin's finger undoubtedly already on the trigger.

"Don't shoot, please don't shoot," Ryan silently prayed, even though he was a staunch atheist, he found himself praying in his mind.

"Tony, you haven't done anything to Miss Alice's people, have you?" Ryan asked, following about ten inches behind Alice, pushing her to move faster while questioning Tony.

To an outsider, everything seemed calm, but only Ryan knew that the back of his shirt was completely soaked with sweat, as if he had been pulled out of water.