Chapter58-The Hunting Game (Part 2)
"Lucky? I don't think so."
Owen sneered as he extended his hand, slowly clenching his fingers, causing the armor on the burly man to shrink even more!
By the time Owen had made a full fist, a massive amount of blood sprayed out from the crushed iron ball, turning into a mist of blood that scattered into the air!
The man, who was nearly two meters tall, had now been compressed into a sphere less than ten centimeters in diameter. Upon seeing this, the woman's face turned pale!
"Run!"
"Run? It's too late."
Owen extended a finger, and the clock in his eyes reversed.
Time around them froze instantly, leaving the two assassins standing in place.
Though they could still think, their bodies no longer obeyed, as if slowed to a crawl.
The woman could only watch helplessly as Owen approached and gently grasped her neck, despair flooding her heart.
There was no resistance, none at all!