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    However, a surge of euphoria welled up within the God of War.


    This feeling stemmed from the fact that he always had a gun by his side.


    Though he was a martial artist and preferred not to rely on firearms, he recognized that guns could serve as vital support in life-and-death situations. His role as Hank’s bodyguard meant that most of the time, he faced no immediate danger, yet he still appreciated having that extrayer of protection.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    However, when Charlie was pressing against him, he found himself without the chance to reach for the gun, his mind clouded by the situation.


    But now, things had shifted.


    Charlie’s focus was no longer on him.


    This led him to ponder: if Charlie was entirely absorbed in Hank and Carl, perhaps he might seize the opportunity to strike!


    Regardless of their strength, everyone feared bullets. A single well-ced shot could incapacitate an opponent. Once that happened, delivering a couple more shots would ensure even a martial arts master would meet his end!


    At that moment, not only would he avenge the humiliation he felt, but he would also walk away with a whopping 100 million dors from his boss! With that kind of money, he could retire and revel in a life of luxury without ever needing to work again!


    With these thoughts racing through his mind, he quickly raised his arm, attempting to discreetly reach for his gun.


    Yet, he soon realized his arm felt unusually weak,cking strength.


    His arm had been ck previously; fearing Charlie’s reaction, he had refrained from moving it, not recognizing the growing muscle weakness he was experiencing.


    He was taken aback and thought to himself, “What is happening? Did my fear just now cause this?”


    Determined, he gritted his teeth and tried to summon more strength to move his arm, but it felt as if the energy was fading away!


    “What… what is going on?!”


    Panic surged within him, but for the sake of that 100 million, he pressed on, trying to maneuver his right hand behind him. What should have been a simple task turned into an exhausting struggle, leaving him tired and sweaty after several minutes of effort without sess.


    Just as he felt his strength waning, he finally managed to get his hands behind his back and brushed against his gun through his clothing.


    However, grabbing the weapon felt like an impossible feat.


    In that moment, he realized his fingers felt utterly unresponsive, as if they belonged to someone else entirely.


    Although Charlie hadn’t turned to look at him, he sensed the struggle within the God of War to resist the lingering energy he had left in his body. Charlie nced up and smirked, “What’s the matter with the God of War?”


    Desperately, the God of War replied, “No, no, I’m fine… absolutely nothing…”


    Charlie smiled knowingly, “If you want to retrieve your gun, you’ll have to actually get it out!”


    Upon hearing this, the God of War trembled. “How does he know I can’t get it out? Could it be… he did something to me?!”


    Charlie fixed him with a cold stare and warned, “I suggest you behave. You can still control your sphincter for now. If you try anything else, I’ll make it so you can’t even manage that. You might end up wetting yourself anytime, anywhere like a toddler, and don’t say I didn’t give you a chance!”


    The God of War’s soul felt gripped with fear!


    What kind of supernatural power does this guy possess?


    What method did he employ to render him nearly powerless?!


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