Instinctive terror took over. As Yu Qi and Long Hui began taking slow, measured steps toward him, Hector Vaughn frantically scrambled backwards on his hands and knees.
"No! Stay back! Don't come any closer!" Hector Vaughn screamed, his composure completely shattering into raw desperation.
Panicking, he whipped up his firearm and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
Bang!
The thunderous gunshot echoed across the quiet deck.
Hector Vaughn prayed that at least one round would find its mark and slow them down. However, his expression contorted in absolute disbelief at what happened next.
Long Hui simply raised his hand in a swift, casual arc. The high-velocity bullet flew straight toward his open palm and was caught effortlessly between his fingers.
Hector Vaughn's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Long Hui casually flicked his wrist, tossing the flattened piece of lead aside as if it were nothing more than a useless pebble.
