Chapter 15: Magic Bullets
Although the man was surprised that this boy had not bent down to grab the money, he still responded, feeling annoyed.
"There’s no way she’ll take it. I’ve offered it to her more than five times and tried to grab her, but she’s very slippery. Damn, it’s no wonder she works as a spy." He complained, giving away information without even realizing it.
Although his companions noticed, no one said anything this time. They couldn’t do anything; they also had a certain interest in that woman, but unfortunately, she was too slippery to catch.
But Louis finally understood.
’I see. So he wants me to sell her,’ Louis sneered.
"What nonsense." He spoke.
"Huh?" The man planned to yell at him because his words angered him, but suddenly, his head was being pressed against a firearm.
At some point, Louis had drawn it and was holding it to his forehead.
"It has eight bullets, all of them high-caliber. With my current power, how many do you think you can take?"
The man trembled. ’An Awakened Armamentalist?’ he thought.
He was a normal person, not an Awakened one. How could he even think of taking any of those bullets?