"Heh heh..."
Annan narrowed his eyes, uttering a deep and arrogant chuckle, "The truth?
"Who exactly... sent you to trouble her?"
"The Final Work: David" stood at a height of 1.8 meters, his body muscular and robust — not evidently so when clad in outer garments. But once his shirt was torn apart by bullets, his form became strikingly intimidating.
Watching the two remain silent, Annan clenched a bullet that had lodged in his shoulder.
Under their horrified gaze, he slowly crushed the bullet as one would a walnut.
—And Annan's health dropped another 3% due to this action.
"Enough."
Annan sighed with a bored shake of the head, "I'm tired of this."
He threw a punch, knocking down the one closest to him.
As he lifted his fist, the man had already instinctively crouched down.
But it was as if Annan knew his movements from the start.
The intended target of his charged punch was precisely where the man was halfway into his crouch!