Chapter 133

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.

his

“What…”

his eyes bulging as he studied

Did he really just catch a bullet with his bare

told you. You can’t kill me.” Frank’s gaze remained confident as he

shock, realizing he had

his distraction and kicked the hilt

Shunk!

the gun–the machete caught him on the shoulder, nailing him to a

slowly made his way

sensed Frank’s killing intent right then, and

me,” he stammered. “I’m a Turnbull…”

“Do you

let traitors like you live?” Frank asked

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

ignored that, and instead asked, “Who was that

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