The fat man Dexter walked over and completely blocked the line of sight between Matt and the two bodyguards of the Voodoo Gang. The gun barrel was obstructed by this fat pig's flesh. This was an opportunity.
Theoretically, it was an opportunity.
Matt had great confidence in his speed—wasn't he just trading physical prowess for money? He comforted himself this way.
But in reality, he was making money with his life: after all, an athlete who runs slowly just doesn't earn money; now, if he runs slowly, he'll turn into minced meat on the spot.
Not really: Burger King's brother said that as long as he connected, he could instantly incinerate the Voodoo Gang's equipment and people. It sounded too fantastical; honestly, he couldn't believe it.
So he was risking his life for money.
Nervousness, fear, and excitement triggered his body's potential, adrenaline surged, and his mind became intensely focused. Matt felt like the world was slowing down:
