Chapter 937

Wyatt suddenly pulled out a gun and pressed it against the middle of Perseus' forehead. It was a gun that Perseus was all too familiar with. "For instance, you're an ancient martial arts expert, but can you move faster than a bullet?" If Perseus was some distance away, the bullet would've been faster. On the other hand, the bullet would've been both faster and struck more accurately if he had been close to it. "Where did you get yourself a gun?" Perseus stared at the golden gun. Wasn't this the gun that Kenny made? The gun's body was forged from pure gold, but its ammunition was fashioned from the steroid tonic, which greatly empowered it and lent it a destructive force. At the same time, Perseus was injured by this very gun. "You don't have to know how I got my hands on it. All you have to know is that knowing ancient martial arts doesn't make you all-powerful." Wyatt withdrew the gun and stuffed it back in his pocket. "I've given you the answers you seek. I'm sure you kno