Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

The bullet pierced the long-haired man's wrist with pinpoint accuracy. The powerful impact of the bullet sent his hand, which was holding the gun, flying into the air before spinning and crashing down.

At the same time, Miana's left hand, which was almost detached from his body, burst and flew away like a bubble, while his real left hand, hidden under his coat, fired the bullet that reversed everything at the long-haired man.

"I told you I did my best to help you with this, so could you be nicer to me in the future? I'm a girl too, you know."

Ryan shouted in the consciousness space.

Mi An ignored this and focused all his attention on the "battlefield" in front of him.

The cold gun and his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and only then did the long-haired man belatedly let out a scream.

At the same time, Mian dropped the saw and ripped off his coat, revealing his naked and ugly upper body as the gangsters aimed their guns at him.

However, every gangster present who had experienced that morning at the hotel knew that this ugly naked body had once withstood a barrage of bullets.

"Quick, point the gun at that woman!"

To Mian's surprise, even with his hand severed, the long-haired man was still able to endure the pain and issue orders to his subordinates immediately after screaming.

Hearing the shout, the long-haired man's henchmen belatedly moved their guns toward Lisa, while the other gangsters fired bullets at Mian, trying to slow his advance.

But it was too late for them to do all this.

"Uh...ah."

The long-haired man's subordinate was pierced through the chest by a thrown iron bar. After letting out a groan, his body fell heavily to the ground.

Dozens of meters behind him, Leo emerged from behind the obstacle. He was bound with iron bars that Mian had "enchanted," and he held the divine weapon that Sherry had just forged the night before.

"Ha, this is a holy war!"

Leo's face lit up with fanaticism. He pulled out another iron bar and threw it along with the sword in his hand. With the "servant's" strength, the iron bar pierced through another gangster who was trying to shoot Lisa, while the sword landed in front of Mian and slammed heavily into the ground.

Bullets rained down on Mian, yet before that unseen armor, they passed over Mian's body as silently as raindrops.

Mian walked in the rain, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and with a burst of strength, drew the sword.

At that moment, the illusion reappeared; he seemed to see endless goblins surrounding him in the torrential rain. They brandished crude bows and short spears, uttering threatening shouts, yet Mian could clearly see the undisguised fear in their green eyes.

Because they were facing the king of this kingdom.

"How come there are still people here?"

The goblin leader, with his severed hand, stared in disbelief at his servants charging into the goblin horde.

"This shouldn't be happening! Those people agreed that they would take most of the bounty, but would guarantee that no one who shouldn't be here would show up... Hey!"

The long-haired man roared at the top of the unfinished building, and then two figures dressed in black descended from the sky. One was carrying a large-caliber gun, and the other had a terrifying electric drill mounted on his forearm.

They landed steadily next to the long-haired man. Facing the menacing Mian, they did not choose to engage him rashly, but instead fired a Magnum round without hesitation at Lisa beside them.

Faced with the flash of gunfire, Lisa closed her eyes in despair.

But then, just like that first meeting, a crisp sound rang out. When Lisa opened her eyes again, Mian was already standing in front of her, shielding her from the bullet with his back, and holding her in his arms.

"Wang He...Mr. Mian."

"I am here."

Lisa unconsciously reached out and touched Mian's chest, which wasn't particularly broad but was clearly worn down. What greeted her was Mian's deep, reassuring promise.

Who exactly is he? What happened to him? Why does he possess such strange power?

Lisa had many doubts, but with Mian's subsequent low-pitched promise, all her questions seemed to disappear. Only a strong sense of security enveloped Lisa, allowing her to fall into a deep sleep in his arms.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this. You should be living a normal life, not being involved in things like this. It's not fair, it's my fault, and I will definitely make it up to you. But for now, get some sleep."

Mian used her hands, which had been pre-drawn with a hypnotic spell, to close the poor fortune teller's eyelids.

As an ordinary person, the fortune teller wouldn't be of much help even if she were awake, especially since she was already suffering both mentally and physically. What was about to happen here was definitely not something she should continue to observe.

"Mr. Mian..."

Leo, his clothes torn by bullets, his cheeks and arms covered in bullet wounds, approached Mian with immense excitement.

He had just dealt with the vast majority of the gangsters in the area. Except for a few who were farther away and managed to get behind cover in time, the rest of the gangsters were all knocked to the ground by him in an extremely frenzied manner.

But that's all he can do. A squire is not a knight, and even by the classification of superhumans, the "fisherman" has never been known for his physical combat skills.

Mian handed the sleeping Lisa to Leo, who was covered in wounds and had reached his limit.

"Protect her, Leo. Leave the rest to me."

"Understood, sir, I will certainly live up to your expectations."

Looking at the scene before him, the long-haired man endured the pain of his severed hand and revealed an extremely panicked expression.

"Gentlemen, this is not what we agreed upon."

He asked the assassin beside him with a reproachful tone, but the assassin showed no reaction, simply blowing away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun and saying calmly:

"We've been keeping a close eye on things, but the information you provided was flawed. Two superhumans and one superhuman are completely different things. We've already been very magnanimous by not causing you any trouble."

"So what?"

The long-haired man said, somewhat devastated.

"It's alright, we did anticipate this might happen."

The other assassin subtly curled the corners of his mouth.

He extended his left hand, which was equipped with a power drill, toward Mian in a provocative gesture.

"Hey buddy, you got pretty badly hit by that magnum round, didn't you?"

"So what if it is? It can't hurt me in the end."

Mian, holding the Ifaratamuya, asked in return with a blank expression.

In response, the assassin merely raised his right hand as if in fear, a helpless expression on his face.

"Yes, it seems a pistol is no match for you after all. Then... what about a sniper rifle?"

The right hand that had just been raised turned into a downward gesture. Hundreds of meters away, just enough to reach the tall buildings at this unfinished construction site, a bright light flashed, like the eye of death.