Chapter 1458

"Go to hell, bastard!" Oleg Yudin exclaimed as he pulled the trigger, aiming at Perseus. Oleg was none other than Grisha's son. He was determined to avenge Grisha. He didn't care, even if it meant taking down his own men in the process! A deafening barrage of gunfire echoed through the air as Oleg emptied his magazine in a frenzied attempt to kill Perseus. Yet, the target remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on Oleg with a chilling indifference. Perseus then extended his hand and calmly unfurled it. All the bullets that had been aimed at him rained down harmlessly to the ground, their metallic clinking echoing in the stunned silence. It turned out he actually caught the bullets with his bare hands. How was that even possible? "I thought swordsmen were supposed to be invincible, right? Is there any need for you guys to resort to firearms?" Perseus took out a cigarette and lit it, ignoring the blood staining the filter. He then took a deep drag, savoring the acrid scent of burning toba