Chapter 73: Satisfied With the Swagger Now?

Olivia’s instinctive reaction upon taking the gun was to lower its barrel. Hearing Li Lekang’s shocking command, she shook her head decisively and refused, “I can’t do it! I’ll hurt you!”

Her anxious gaze met his, and the other nuns around them also shook their heads one after another.

But Li Lekang was unwavering. “Don’t worry about hurting me. You couldn’t do it even if you tried. Trust me—fire at me!”

“I refuse to obey this order!” Olivia replied just as firmly.

“Damn it! Do you understand your mission?” Li Lekang’s voice rose, tinged with anger. What is wrong with this girl? Won’t she give me a chance to show off?

Olivia lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze. Li Lekang continued his reprimand, “Your mission is to follow my orders! Whatever I say goes. Now, I command you: take aim and fire at me!”

“No questions allowed. Do you understand?” he pronounced each word with deliberate clarity.

“Understood!” Olivia was forced to nod under the weight of his gaze. She slowly raised her hand, aiming at Li Lekang. “I swear this is not intentional, Father!”

“I know. So let go of your worldly concerns, aim at me, and fire!”

“Now!”

Bang!

Olivia fired and couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut.

The act was nearly enough to stop her heart. Shooting at their priestly superior in public—aiming for his head, no less—was nerve-wracking, even if he’d requested it. Her whole body tingled with anxiety.

The other nuns were just as unsettled, instinctively reaching for emergency aid. But when the flash of gunfire faded, Li Lekang stood five meters away, expressionless and unscathed.

No blood spattered, no grisly mess.

Li Lekang’s lips curled into a smug smile.

He opened his mouth and spat out the bullet he’d caught between his teeth!

The misshapen bullet clattered to the floor, ringing out in crisp, metallic notes, each one striking the nuns to their core. The sight rendered them dumbfounded.

“I told you,” Li Lekang intoned, his face inscrutable with mystery, “when I say fire, you fire. You cannot hurt me.”

“Jesus Christ!”

All five nuns made the sign of the cross over their chests.

Catching a bullet in his mouth—this was no film, no magic trick.

No one knew better than they how real the weapons and ammunition here were. If anyone else had been shot by Olivia, their head would have burst open, body collapsing on the spot!

But he’d caught it with his teeth. Such power overturned everything they thought they knew!

There were no screams. Li Lekang wondered if he needed to step things up a notch.

He decided to escalate. Turning to the wall, he took down an MP5 submachine gun and tossed it to Olivia.

“Now I’ll stand ten meters from you. Fire on me at will until the magazine is empty. Understood?”

The previous display had greatly lessened Olivia’s doubts.

But emptying a magazine at her superior was still enough to send her heart racing. Her pulse pounded with exhilaration at witnessing a miracle and terror at the thought of what would happen if she failed.

But Li Lekang left her no room for hesitation. He’d already moved ten meters away.

Still composed and cold, he issued his command with unruffled calm: “Now, fire at me on full auto!”

“Yes, Father!” Olivia suppressed all doubts, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger at him.

The gun rattled, muzzle flashing as a storm of bullets flew toward the standing Li Lekang.

Ordinary people would have been riddled with bullets in a second, collapsing in a bloody heap.

Even if Li Lekang could catch one bullet in his mouth, he couldn’t possibly swallow thirty.

But of course, he wasn’t going to repeat the same trick twice. The last act, inspired by the invincible speed of the Evil Fire Cloud God, didn’t feel cool enough. So now he drew inspiration from his childhood hero—Keanu Reeves in The Matrix.

As the bullets whistled toward him, Li Lekang raised his hand.

Time seemed to freeze; everything slowed to a crawl.

The spinning bullets hovered before Li Lekang, halted by an invisible, unshakable force. They could move no further.

All thirty rounds, suspended in mid-air.

After about two seconds, Li Lekang pressed his hand downward.

As if losing all guidance, the bullets clattered to the floor.

Magic field, maximum output! He thought, surely that was cool enough?

The five nuns across from him were utterly silent.

Heck—or rather, the awe of witnessing a miracle filled their entire beings!

A lifetime of religious teachings found their strongest confirmation in this moment.

In an age where atheism was ever more popular, they’d found irrefutable, overwhelming evidence of divine power manifesting in the world.

“Holy God! Has He shown Himself?”

The nuns were so overcome they nearly fell to their knees in worship.

The collective display was enough to leave Li Lekang himself at a loss.

This was the soaring feeling of showing off!

He stepped forward, reaching out to help Olivia up, but before he could, she grabbed his hands, bowed her head, and kissed the back of his hand, praising the Lord in reverence.

Li Lekang felt a touch helpless—she was praising the wrong person!

He was only a demon lord who’d accidentally wandered into the Earth instance to farm monsters. Still, when he sensed their actions bolstered his own faith reserves, he let them be.

After all, their faith was in him now, not the so-called angels who’d long since withdrawn.

In that sense, he deserved to be called “Father.”

“Rise, all of you!”

“What happened here today is known only to us. Because of your devotion and diligence, from now on, under the Most High’s hidden shade, all your endeavors will prosper!”

“Amen!”

They rose as if reborn, their eyes now filled with a new frenzy and reverence, a secret joy at witnessing and safeguarding this miracle.

From this moment, Li Lekang knew he had them firmly in hand.

The Sisterhood of Assassin Nuns would henceforth be his loyal followers!

…

Li Lekang left the firing range, where he’d nearly lost his cool. Thankfully, magic had restored his dignity.

Now, five light-footed, cheerful nuns followed closely behind him. Witnessing a miracle had elevated their minds and spirits, making them all the more steadfast and resolute. If Li Lekang asked them to assassinate the president, they’d likely need no further reason.

If he wanted killer nun cosplay, it was now within reach.

He glanced at the black-robed nuns. “Do you always wear your habits?”

“In everyday situations, yes,” Olivia replied, bowing her head slightly. The cross at her neck swung with her steps, gleaming in the sunlight.

“I think… it doesn’t always have to be that way,” Li Lekang said. “If He loves you, He doesn’t mind the form—what matters is the faith in your heart.”

They listened intently as he continued, “You have another identity as agents. For convenience, shouldn’t you sometimes be more… professional?”

“You mean…?” one of them asked.

“To be truly professional is to blend perfectly into the crowd. As young women, you shouldn’t restrain your individuality in the name of faith or duty. Beauty deserves to be taken seriously.”

Since they’d only just met and he wasn’t on familiar terms yet, Li Lekang spoke in roundabout terms, finally conveying his idea of “killer nuns in black stockings, leather, and high heels.”

He wondered if they had gotten the hint.

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