For Friedrich and his party, four rifles and one pistol represented the most powerful weaponry.
Friedrich, holding the pistol, felt he was guaranteed to win.
He pointed the gun directly at Donald, then shouted loudly, “Campbell, stop right there!”
Friedrich had taken out his pistol, and at that moment, the other members of the Wilson family stopped advancing, choosing to keep their distance from Donald instead.
Looking at the pistol in Friedrich's hand, Donald said nonchalantly, “You surely don't think that by pulling out this gun, you can command me, do you?”
Friedrich coldly snorted and said, “If you don't value your life, try laying a hand on me again. I should warn you I've received professional shooting training. At this distance between us, I won't miss.”
Hearing Friedrich say that, Donald was amused.
He kicked aside the Wilson family members blocking his path, then steadily made his way toward Friedrich.
Friedrich's eyebrows arched, and the smug smile on his face froze. What's with this brat? Is he really tired of living? “Halt! Did you hear me? I said halt!”
Bang!
The gunshot rang out, the bullet landing right next to Donald's foot.
If it were an ordinary person, they would certainly be frightened by that gunshot.
After all, the dirt splattering from the bullet hole proved that what Friedrich held in his hands was the real deal.
Unexpectedly, Donald refused to stop and continued to walk toward Friedrich.
At that point, Friedrich could no longer hold back. This brat is a martial arts practitioner, so I can understand why he behaved so arrogantly when we engaged in unarmed combat, but he's unarmed now, yet he still dares to keep up his arrogant demeanor.
Friedrich pulled the trigger once again.
This time, however, he aimed for Donald's thigh.
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