Les was completely unfettered. “So what? You’re going to die now.” Frank shook his head exasperatedly. “I’d rather you didn’t shoot. Not even Glen Turnbull can save you if you do, and you won’t hurt me anyway.” “Haha!” Les laughed out loud. “What, are you bulletproof?!” Frank’s eyes were filled with confidence. “Why don’t you test it?” Les glared at Frank, sensing that Frank was not afraid at all.

Silence ensued, with only the wind rustling amid the trees.

As both men became on edge… Bang!

Les fired, sparks bursting out of his gun’s barrel.

In that instant, Frank reached out and grabbed before spinning and pausing.

He slowly extended his right knuckle.

“What…” Les paled, his eyes bulging as he studied Frank.

Did he really just catch a bullet

Impossible!

as he slowly opened

tricked me?!” Les exclaimed in shock,

and kicked the hilt of his machete,

Shunk!

Les screamed as he dropped the gun–the machete caught him on the shoulder, nailing him to

made his way

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