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 right

“What…”

bulging

really just catch a bullet with his bare hands?! Impossible!

you. You can’t kill me.” Frank’s gaze remained confident as he slowly opened his palm, which

shock, realizing he had been

of his distraction and kicked the hilt of his machete, launching it at Les!

Shunk!

machete caught him on the shoulder, nailing him to a

made his

intent right then, and panic showed

kill me,” he stammered. “I’m a Turnbull…”

“Do you

Vicky would let traitors like you live?” Frank

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

asked, “Who was that

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