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As Alexander opened his palms, the three bullets were there, and when they dropped, the metallic clang rang loudly in the vicinity.

All of them were flabbergasted as they stared at Alexander, full of shock; the kid in front of them was actually the same as the three master.

Not only could they dodge bullets, but their strength was also inhumane. As all of them observed Alexander, they began to understand that they must treat this kid seriously, or they would be the ones to die.

Jonathan, who had fully understood his situation, was not panicked since he had two masters by his side. But for the other one, Master Ronaldo he does not know if his going to help him with this.

If he wanted to continue his reign in this city, he had to eliminate this kid right now. If the kid ever escaped and sought revenge, Jonathan would be dead.

Since hiring a master had already depleted all of his money, hiring another one was out of the question—he simply could not afford it.

"I'm surprised, kid. You're actually this strong. No wonder you were arrogant enough to challenge us, but you've made the wrong choice this time. I don't believe you can dodge a rain of bullets without evading, right?" Jonathan said with a wicked smile.

"Not evading?" Alexander muttered under his breath, glancing back for a moment before looking forward.

He finally understood his intent. "Don't you want them alive at all?" Alexander's face changed; he was no longer relaxed.

Seeing the kid's changed in expression, Jonathan felt ecstatic, and his smile deepened even more.

Jonathan spread his arms wide and shouted, "That's right! What do you think my purpose was for bringing them to this abandoned factory? Of course, to get rid of them!" His saliva splattered as he shouted.

Then he instructed his men to aim and be ready to fire at Alexander. If Alexander decided to evade, the people behind him would die.

Seeing this advantage, the men holding the AKs were elated, feeling as though they had already won.

Shank's face turned pale as he saw over 30 people in front of them pointing their guns in their direction.

If the kid made even a slight mistake, their chances of survival would be nonexistent. Benjamin, seeing the situation escalate like this, had an ashen expression.

Valentine could not help but clutch Alexander's shirt from behind, her head pressed against his broad back. She was not trembling this time; instead, her face was filled with regret.

She tapped Alexander's back, her face lowered as she stared at the floor. "Alexander, thank you so much for coming just to save me. I'm very sorry for this. I think dying is much better than being shamed. After seeing your capability, escaping right now wouldn't be a problem for you at all. Please leave the moment they fired," Valentine said, her face filled with regret and seriousness.

Hearing the voice behind him, Alexander's face turned serious as he stood tall, his posture imposing.

"I will not leave," he responded.

Valentine couldn't help but smile wryly. She was about to persuade him further, but the sound of gunfire began to echo.

Bang!!!

A rain of bullets began to shower down upon them. Alexander's expression turned serious as his aura underwent a drastic change.

With one hand extended and using just his index finger, he blocked the rain of bullets that dared to strike him.

The sound of the collisions was not metallic but resembled the impact of bullets hitting an unyielding, rock-hard surface.

"Fire! Fire! Shoot him to death!" Jonathan commanded loudly.

His men let out battle cries as they continued holding the triggers, showering Alexander with bullets.

However, Alexander's single hand moved so fast that it left afterimages blocking every bullet, that dared to hit him.

The bullets that passed by him posed no threat, as he had calculated their trajectories carefully.

He could have blocked them if he wanted to, but he chose not to, knowing they wouldn't hit the two people behind him.

Seeing this scene, Jonathan began to feel a sense of dread as he noticed that the bullets falling to the ground were flattened from being blocked by the kid in front of him.

"Shit! We need to take drastic measures. Hey, you, come here!" Jonathan shouted at one of his men. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

The man hurriedly ran over to his boss. "Yes, boss, wha—" he started, but his words were cut short as Jonathan pulled a grenade hidden in his clothing.

This gang was truly dangerous. Not only did they have an arsenal of weaponry, but they also had access to explosives.

"Let's see if you can block this!" Jonathan yelled as he pulled the safety pin, igniting the grenade.

He then hurled it toward Alexander. Seeing the situation, Alexander rushed forward, ensuring that none of the bullets from the ongoing rain would reach the two people behind him as he made his move.

Valentine was surprised this time because Alexander had pulled her into his arms and was now carrying her in a princess carry. She was terrified, and in her panic, she shifted her position, wrapping her delicate arms tightly around Alexander's back. Her chin rested on his shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut.

Her legs wrapped around Alexander's waist to ensure she wouldn't fall. Feeling her tight embrace, Alexander was momentarily stunned by her sudden change in position.

The two soft peaches pressed against his chest, causing a fleeting moment of heat to rise within him, but he quickly shook it off.

Leaping about six feet into the air, Alexander positioned himself above the grenade. With a powerful kick, he sent the grenade flying back into midair.

As the grenade soared upward and struck the roof, it detonated with a deafening boom.

The shockwave from the explosion rippled through the abandoned warehouse, shaking its very structure.

The roof, made of rusted corrugated metal panels, bore the brunt of the blast. Years of neglect had left the structure weak and brittle, unable to withstand such force.

The powerful explosion tore through the metal sheets, sending jagged shards flying like deadly shrapnel.

Twisted chunks of the corrugated roofing crashed to the ground with sharp metallic clangs, some embedding themselves into the concrete floor below.

The blast caused several sections of the roof to buckle and collapse.

Seeing this earlier, they all stopped shooting and hurriedly scattered to the sides, dodging the dust and debris that rained down on the spot where they once stood.

Valentine clung tightly to Alexander, her heart racing as the deafening explosion echoed around them. She even felt the shockwave pass through her body.

Her fear was palpable as she buried her face deeper into Alexander's shoulder, trembling uncontrollably.

Still in midair, Alexander, feeling her shaken, extended his hand and gently patted the back of her hair to comfort her.

Feeling Alexander's touch, Valentine didn't know why, but she felt safe and secure, as though all her fears were melting away. His touch worked like magic, putting her at ease.

Alexander then landed gracefully, but instead of staying still, he immediately pounced toward the enemies. His speed was so fast that none of them had time to react.

With the air filled with dust and debris, they could no longer see clearly. However, one by one, they began to hear loud screams—shouts of agony filled with excruciating pain.

The man, terrified out of his wits, hurriedly reached for the AK lying on the ground. His fingers were already brushing against the cold metal when, out of nowhere, a dark figure loomed over him.

Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, a devastating kick slammed into his face.

The impact was thunderous, like a sledgehammer colliding with a steel plate. A sharp cracking sound echoed through the dusty air, sending shivers down the spines of those nearby.

The force of the kick snapped the back of his head violently, sending a spray of blood and saliva into the air, as if in slow motion.

The sheer power of the strike lifted the man's entire body off the ground, flipping him backward like a ragdoll before he crashed onto the debris-strewn floor with a loud thud.

The earlier shouts and groans clearly indicated that he was not the first victim. Disappearing like a ghost, Alexander reappeared again and again, targeting them one by one.

The loud wailing sounds struck fear into their hearts as they remained unable to see what was happening. A man who had picked up his rifle was trembling with terror and prepared to fire blindly in every direction.

Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger, a powerful force suddenly gripped the muzzle of the rifle. Looking up, he realized it was the kid.

Fear washed over him, and in desperation, he fired the gun, thinking he couldn't possibly miss at such close range.

However, Alexander exerted enough force on the muzzle to bend it into scrap. The bullet exploded inside the broken barrel, rendering the weapon useless.

The man was frightened as he stumbled backward from the explosion. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a fist hurtling toward his face. Too slow to react, he was struck squarely.

A sickening crunch echoed as Alexander's fist slammed into his face, caving it in and distorting it as though it had been crushed.

His nose shattered, and his teeth either flew out or were bent forcefully under the impact.

Blood sprayed through the air as the man was sent flying backward. His body slammed against the wall, his head hitting it with a thud. Dazed, he saw stars circling him before succumbing to his sleep.

In just one minute, Alexander had finished dealing with all the problems. As the debris and dust finally settled, Jonathan couldn't help but cough, his throat irritated from inhaling the thick, polluted air.

"What's happening?!" he exclaimed loudly, his voice filled with panic.

He had heard countless cries of pain in rapid succession, it was bone-crunching sounds that sent shivers down his spine.

Jonathan suddenly felt a hand coil around his shoulder. When he turned to see who it was, he was rendered speechless.

Ethan, also coughing from the dust, was clinging tightly to Jonathan, trembling with fear and sticking close to him, terrified that something bad might happen to him.

But as the dust settled, nothing seemed to happen. Ethan glanced at his boss's face, then down at his own hands, which were tightly clutching Jonathan's arm.

Realizing how cowardly he looked, he quickly let go, scurrying backward like a lizard.

Jonathan couldn't help but curse inwardly at his assistant's spineless behavior. Among the four captains under his command, Ethan was by far the most cowardly.

If it weren't for his excellent management skills and high IQ, he would have never been given the position of assistant.

Ignoring Ethan, Jonathan wandered his gaze around the area. As he took in the scene, he felt the color drain from his face.

All of his men were now unconscious, and their conditions were painful to behold. Jonathan felt his scalp go numb just from the sight before him.

Though he could tell they were still alive, the thought of recovery? Oh, hell no! It was clear to him that they would need permanent medical care if they even wanted a chance at survival.

Their faces were disfigured, with crooked noses and broken mouths. Some of their arms dangled limply, like shattered branches.

Despite his years of experience in the underworld, Jonathan could barely swallow the scene, especially when he noticed that some of their bones were protruding through their skin.

"Only you two are left," Alexander said, gently patting Valentine on the back to prompting her to let go.

Valentine, whose eyes had been tightly shut, felt the soft tap on her back. She leaned away, and their faces met, staring directly at each other.

They were in close proximity, and Valentine was momentarily entranced. However, Alexander had no time for such distractions.

"Don't worry, the danger is gone now. Go and stand in the back," Alexander said, pointing behind him, breaking the moment. Valentine let out a small grumble.

The atmosphere had been undeniably romantic when their gazes locked, and for the first time, she felt her heart racing faster than ever before.

But Alexander ruined the moment, leaving her pouting in disappointment since this feeling is really new to her.

But she knew how crucial the moment was, so she quickly let go and walked toward her father and uncle, who were still lying on the ground.

When she glanced back and took in the scene, she felt like she was about to pass out from this.

The sight was horrifying, especially as she listened to their labored, heavy breathing, which sounded as if their lives were hanging by a thread.