Super Martial Arts Bodyguard

America, Star City.

There is a legend in Star City: in this place, whenever someone in distress prays to his name, he will appear to help them.

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“Hurry up, hand over the money or I’ll shoot.”

Several burly men pointed their dark gun barrels at the trembling woman behind the counter, ordering her to give up the cash.

The woman, terrified, shakily opened the register, muttering a name in prayer.

Seraphim.

He hears the prayers of the world, never tolerating the existence of evil.

“Kerry, what’s taking so long? Move it,” one of the robbers behind her urged impatiently.

“Damn it, why did you say my name?” The robber at the counter suddenly shrieked like a madman.

Suddenly, he swung his gun toward the cashier. “Sorry, you know my name now. I have to kill you.”

“Please don’t kill me, I beg you!” The cashier pleaded desperately, but the robber showed no mercy. His eyes gleamed with bloodlust, and his finger slowly tightened on the trigger.

“Seraphim, save me!” The woman collapsed to her knees, wailing in agony, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t want to die.

“Goodbye, dear cashier.” The robber pulled the trigger.

A scream.

Gunshots rang out—bang, bang, bang.

The gunfire mingled with the cashier’s shrieks and the robbers’ howls, shattering the silence of the night.

After a long while, the cashier slowly lowered her hands from her eyes. The robbers were now writhing in pain on the ground, blood pouring from their arms and knees.

A golden card was lodged upright in