The girl finally closed the book, slowly lifted her face, and in those clear, bright eyes, there wasn't a ripple of emotion. Her ethereal voice said something that almost left Donny speechless: "You're pretty good."
"If we don't get out of here now, we're toast. They're all carrying guns." Donny kicked a burly man away with one leg, while also taking a punch to the back, stumbling almost to the point of falling. Fortunately, his body had been strengthened by the red mystical energy, making him robust enough to withstand such a heavy blow.
"Bang!"
As soon as Donny finished speaking, a gunshot rang out. Almost instinctively, he turned his head, feeling a gust of wind brush past his ear, and at the same time, a bloodstain appeared as a bullet grazed his cheek, nearly scaring the life out o
