Chapter 682

Donald's left hand—kept hidden from view—suddenly pressed on a hidden depression on the wall. Then, a black handgun popped out, landing in his hand. As Quinn kept charging at him, sword poised, he grinned savagely as he brought the gun to bear between her eyes. "What—" Quinn's eyes widened, not expecting Donald to have such a trick up his sleeve! Worst of all, he would shoot her through the head even before her sword reached him! Biting her lip, she closed her eyes as she resigned herself to her fate… Bang! Clang! The crack of a gunshot resounded, soon followed by the stifling scent of gunpowder. Quinn opened her eyes, presuming that she had been shot… only to see Donald's gun flying out of his grasp and the bullet shot striking a vase behind her. "Frank Lawrence!!!" Donald was glaring savagely at Frank. He saw Frank firing a burst of his pure vigor, sending his gun flying! "Die!" Seeing her opportunity, Quinn raised her sword and sliced off Donald's hand. "Argh!!!" Dona