Kapu snatched the cigarette from Dean's hand, lit it, and took a deep drag before pointing at the departing ambulance. "Do you know who that priest is?"
Although Dean had already speculated, he still expressed disbelief. "Kapu, don't tell me that old man is the Ancient Muay Thai master you mentioned."
"Don't you already know the answer deep down?" Kapu exhaled twin streams of smoke and shrugged. "You know my current level. It's impossible for me to take out several armed thugs in mere seconds."
Even so, Dean still found reality a bit absurd.
The little old man looked frail, with skinny arms and legs, probably weighing less than a hundred pounds in total—the type of person you'd worry might fracture a bone from osteoporosis just by walking.
Yet this was the person who, in about five seconds, had violently killed several people, even bending their steel submachine guns slightly...
The truth was right before his eyes.
