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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.
He was unscathed! Did he really just catch a bullet with his bare hands?! Impossible!
“I told you. You can’t kill me.” Frank’s gaze remained confident as he slowly opened his palm, which was red with his blood.
“You tricked me?!” Les exclaimed in shock, realizing he had been fooled.
However, Frank seized the moment of his distraction and kicked the hilt of his machete, launching it at Les!
Shunk!
“Argh!” Les screamed as he dropped the gun–the machete caught him on the shoulder, nailing him to a tree!
With that, Frank slowly made his way toward Les.
Les finally sensed Frank’s killing intent right then, and panic showed in his eyes.
“Y–You can’t kill me,” he stammered. “I’m a Turnbull…”
“Do you
think Vicky would let traitors like you live?” Frank asked flatly.
“Of course! I’m Glen Turnbull’s son, and Walter Turnbull is my uncle!” Les quickly said, knowing that he could not run and tried to entice Frank in any way he could. “He’s nothing compared to my father, and not even Vicky would dare threaten me! Let me go, and you can have anything you want –I’ll even let you stay with me when I become the next head of the family!”
Frank completely ignored that, and instead asked, “Who was that masked man?”
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Les shook his head. “I don’t know…”
Seeing that he was being stubborn, Frank kicked his leg, breaking it!
“Argh!”
Les‘ blood curdling scream echoed across the forest, and he sweated bullets while looking at Frank in fear. “Y–You hit me!”
“One last time. Who was that masked man?” Frank asked icily, his tone unyielding.
Les shook his head again as he cried, “I don’t know! All I know is that he’s called Goldman,
and he’s working for the Salazars! Donald Salazar wants Vicky dead so that he could help me take over Riverton…”
Frank’s gaze flared with contempt. “A piece of shit like you?”
With that, he seized Les by the neck!
“Oof! W–What are you doing?! I told you everything I know! Don’t kill me!” Les‘ face turned white even as he kept pleading for his life.
“I gave you a chance.” Frank snorted in disdain. “You didn’t take it.”
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