Chapter 936

“Hmm? A backpacker? Brat, if you know what’s good for you, leave this instance. If you don’t, I’ll only be wasting a bullet on you!” said Leopold as he pointed a gun directly at the side of Gerald’s head. In response, however, Gerald simply turned to look directly into Leopold’s eyes. “The hell are you looking at, brat?” growled Leopold angrily. “You know, though I’ve been wandering around for quite a while now, I must say that nobody’s actually dared to point a gun directly at my forehead before!” replied Gerald with a laugh. “A death wish? Be my guest!” roared Leopold as his finger moved to pull the trigger. However, the next thing he knew, a clang of metal echoed throughout the cave. It took Leopold a second to realize that the gun was no longer in his hand, and it was at that moment when he knew he had f*cked up. As cold sweat began trickling down Leopold’s forehead, everyone—including Whistler and his men—was so stunned that they didn’t even dare to breathe. After