Chapter 9: Dragmas
Mikhail put his guns inside as two pieces of steel flew high in the air.
In the next moment, he saw the man hit the ground on his knees, his eyes widened.
It was as if he had just seen his life flash before his eyes.
And he had. The bullets had missed by a millimeter from hitting his legs or more accurately, his private parts.
He also knew that Mikhail had intentionally waved off his gun at the last second.
He knew he had lost. Lost too, in a second of him retaliating back.
There was no kind of spirit left in Burnip to reply back.
And the same was for everyone watching, as they were left amazed by how Mikhail even aimed so accurately.
The guns he was given were so basic and badly manufactured that it would take you years to control its recoil.
Yet, he did it so effortlessly.
Mikhail, however, wasn’t there to entertain them. He was staring at his pale hand instead.
As the fight came to an end, the oath was lifted from his body.