"Hey! Hand over all your money, or we'll shoot you dead."

The cab driver snickered, clearly in on it. Felix was exasperated. The saying about not flashing wealth was true indeed, especially in unfamiliar cities.

Of course, he was not scared, but this was a waste of time. "Go ahead and shoot me then."

His response stunned them all. They had never encountered such a request.

In Guneria, incidents like these happened far too often. One couldn't expect the safety of home here—people really would shoot. Sure enough, one of the men pulled the trigger.

Almost simultaneously, Felix raised his right hand, catching the bullet between two fingers.

The sight turned the three men to stone, stunning them. None of them had ever seen someone catch bullets with bare hands. If they hadn't witnessed it themselves, who would believe it?

"My God! It's Havarian martial arts; run!"

Two fled immediately, while the driver scrambled away, abandoning his car. This showed just how terrified they w