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. 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