Chapter 45: Revenge

Bella was stunned, unable to believe the bald policeman's audacity. She never expected him to be so shameless. But the proximity made it impossible for her to dodge. Just as the bald policeman’s hand was about to grab Bella's chest, it abruptly stopped as if it had struck an iron wall. His wrist had been caught by Tacito. "Who do you think you are?" The bald policeman stammered, instinctively trying to pull his hand back. But Tacito's grip tightened. "Are you trying to grope her? You'd better think twice if you want to keep your hand," Tacito's voice was chilling as if it had come straight from the depths of hell. In that instant, the bald policeman felt a wave of evil energy enveloping him, making him feel as though he was staring into the eyes of a demon. "Let go... let go!" The policeman's voice trembled with terror. Snap! The sound of breaking bones echoed in the room. Everyone watched in horror as Tacito, with just one hand, twisted the policeman's wrist until it snapped like a brittle twig. The impact of the scene was terrifying, leaving Bella, Mr. Naoki, Mike, and others in shock. They hadn't expected Tacito to be so merciless. But what was even more shocking was that he had dared to attack a police officer. "Ahhh! My hand!" The bald man screamed in agony, stumbling backward, clutching his shattered wrist. His bones were crushed beyond repair—he knew he would never regain full use of his hand again. "You bastard! How dare you hurt me! I'm going to kill you!" the bald man roared, pulling out a pistol from his waist and aiming it at Tacito. "No!" Bella gasped, her heart pounding in fear as she tried to rush forward. But before she could move, Tacito's hand darted forward with lightning speed as if he were merely threading through flowers. The bald policeman's hand was suddenly empty. His pistol had fallen into Tacito's grasp. For a moment, the bald man was frozen in disbelief, as were Bella and the others. Especially when the black muzzle was now pointed directly at the bald man's head. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He seized the gun? How could this happen so fast? The bald man swallowed hard, feeling his life hang in the balance, terror gripping him. "Damn you! Drop the gun!" The two policemen behind him reacted instinctively, drawing their weapons and aiming at Tacito. But before they could fully raise their pistols— Bang! Bang! Two sharp gunshots rang out, and as if guided by an unseen force, the bullets struck their wrists, causing them to drop their guns. Thud! Thud! The pistols hit the floor, leaving the room in stunned silence. The atmosphere in the conference room was suffocating, tension thick in the air. Everyone's hearts pounded wildly in their chests. The three policemen were drenched in sweat, unable to comprehend that Tacito had actually fired his weapon. Even more astonishing was his skill—swift, precise, and brutal. With just two shots, Tacito had disabled the officers, leaving them in shock. "Listen... don't do anything rash! You realize that killing a police officer is a serious crime!" Now completely terrified, the bald policeman looked at Tacito as if he were a madman. But before he could say more— Bang! Another gunshot echoed in the room. A bullet pierced the bald man's knee, sending him crashing to the ground, forced to kneel in agony.