Loki stared at Xue in her magician's outfit. "You people of Hua Country have an old saying: 'Born of the same roots, why torment each other so fiercely?'"
"You and I are both attendants of the [Wheel of Fortune]. Why such hostility over an attendant of the [Devil]?"
Xue's expression remained blank. "This prey is mine."
Loki's gaze was languid. "I see."
"But in my town, when hunting elk, as long as that elk doesn't have your arrow in it, it still belongs to no one."
"Likewise, this prey's head is still on its neck!"
With that, Loki turned and reached straight for Ji Yan.
At almost the exact same instant, the cane in Xue's hand thrust rapidly toward Loki.
At the same time, Ji Yan gripped the [Eerie Samurai Sword].
Bang— Bang—
Two gunshots rang out. When they looked again, Loki had already drawn the two revolvers at his waist, his movements a textbook Western gunslinger's quick draw.
Yet only the revolver with the red grip had thin wisps of white smoke rising from its muzzle—
The two bullets had struck Ji Yan and Xue squarely in the forehead!!
So fast!
When did he draw? When did he fire?
Those were the thoughts that flashed through both their minds.
No smoke rose from the blue-gripped revolver, meaning both shots had come from the red-gripped one.
Just as Loki had said, neither revolver would kill anyone. No blood seeped from Ji Yan's forehead.
That bullet was softer than papier-mâché. It flattened and deformed before dropping to the ground!
The bullet in Xue's forehead was the same.
But her expression was extremely grim. As an attendant of the [Wheel of Fortune], she had keenly sensed something...
Crack—
Ji Yan frowned as he looked at the [Eerie Samurai Sword]. He couldn't draw