The young man looked at the grenade in his hand, slightly dumbfounded.
"Lean back to the left, crouch, roll to the right." At this moment, the elderly voice rang in his ear again.
The young man immediately leaned back, then crouched, rolling to the right and dodging away.
At the same time, the scarred figure's hand had already reached back, grabbing towards him.
The wide palm grabbed nothing but slammed onto the cargo hold behind the young man.
Rip—
Then with a crisp sound, the cargo hold was directly torn apart by the wide palm, and the hard steel plate was instantly pulled into strips of thin iron sheet.
Seeing this, the young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the scarred figure's hand, and saw only the wide palm with some paint off, revealing the mechanical structure underneath, it was a strong mechanized arm.
That arm directly grabbed the strip of iron torn from the cargo hold, twisted it into a bundle, and hurled it forcefully at the young man.
