Chapter 352 The Hand of God

• That was way too close. Lewis Snow’s skin had already split open, and with his injuries still not healed, his reflexes were nowhere fast enough to dodge a bullet screaming in.
• Good thing their bullets couldn’t pierce his vigor energy. He let out a quiet breath.
• At that moment, a female assassin hiding in the distant trees gasped to herself: “That’s vigor energy? That’s the protective aura only Old-World Combat masters can forge!”