He was strong enough to protect everyone.
Li Wei glanced over at Anya. She was completely engrossed in the screen, munching on popcorn, her face flickering in the light of the projection.
'What if a bullet came flying at her?'
Once the thought entered his mind, he couldn't shake it.
'People are so fragile.'
Jin Heon's words from the plane echoed in his ears: "Just one bullet. That's all it takes, and my head will be blown to bits."
'What if that bullet was aimed at Don Quixote, at Anya, at Elizabeth, at Lily, or at Jin Heon?'
'He'd be fine himself, but would he be fast enough to save them?'
With his current reaction speed and fitness, he could handle a lot at close range. But if the distance increased—say, a sniper's bullet fired from dozens of meters away...
He had no confidence he could stop a bullet moving that fast.
He could stop a bullet himself, but the people around him couldn't.
Every one of them was merely flesh and blood.
