American firearms were clearly extraordinary; firearms designed to combat expert martial artists and Mutants would surely have better firepower compared to the ordinary ones.

With the terrifying sound and the energy of the shot, ripples could be felt around the entire room.

Seeing that, the Demon Monk took a few steps back.

Harvey smiled faintly, and blew on the barrel of his firearm.

“You’re not bad with the firearm, kid.”

The Demon Monk felt a sharp pain, and saw a red mark on his palm. H