"I had no intention of talking to you. Indulge yourself in the darkness within your hea—"
However, Mammo's spell was forcibly interrupted halfway through. Having pretended to throw the ball to close the distance earlier, Ash merely turned and raised his hand, pulling a large dark-purple revolver—the Closed Gear Gun—from his coat and pressing it against Mammo's head.
"Go on. Why did you stop?"
"Heh, you think a human weapon can do anything to m—"
Ash shifted the barrel slightly and pulled the trigger. The thunderous gunshot ringing beside her ear made her ears buzz, but before she could curse, she was terrified by the half-person-tall, melted-looking hole blasted through the wall behind her.
There was no way a handgun could cause that much damage!
"What's wrong? Want to make a bet?" Ash casually said as he pressed the still-heating barrel back against the woman's forehead. "Let's bet on whether you can withstand a shot from this gun."
"What shall we bet? Your life. How about it?"
Cold sweat poured down Mammo's forehead. She did not want to get shot by that thing! Something would definitely go wrong.
Besides, shouldn't both sides have something at stake in a bet? What was with betting only my life?!
As for help from her teammates...
Bel was still lying on the sofa, watching coldly, while Ira wore an eager expression that said, "I'm sitting at the kids' table, but I'm ready to feast."
As the saying went, when a teammate got caught, you laughed while farming.
You guys... really are too selfish! No wonder you're from the Selfish Organization. You truly lived up to the name.
Just as Mammo was frantically complaining in her heart, Bel finally stood up and spoke to Ash.
"You... young man, instead of going home to sleep, what