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Chapter 916: You cheap little fucker.

Chapter 916: You cheap little fucker.

Two shots were fired. One from the old man and the other from Primo. The old man was so certain Primo was stupid enough to step into a danger zone without considering all possibilities. But alas, he realized a second later he underestimated Primo.

The second he pulled the trigger and shot at Primo, a short smile suddenly turned up on Primo’s face. He then timely lifted a bullet proof which he got from somewhere else. He used it as a shield, opening fire at the old man on the floor.

The old man instinctively rolled to his side, clenching his teeth as he avoided the bullets coming in his direction. Since he was lying on the floor, he had to roll on it as fast as he could to not get shot. Primo, on the other hand, kept shooting. His smile kept stretching, purposely missing the old man on the floor as he watched him roll on the floor to create distance from him.

"You people are so arrogant..." Primo trod forward while the old man was rolling back, opening fire one after another to keep the old man moving. "You’re already at the age of retirement. You might be more capable when you were a lot younger, but seriously... I know someone who is almost the same age as you and that guy is better and more honest."

He squinted his eyes, noticing the old man was trying to gain momentum to get back on his feet. Thus, he tried shooting him in the leg. But alas, the second he did, the old man lifted his foot and opened fire with a pistol, grazing Primo’s leg.

Primo clenched his teeth, enduring the pain in his leg. Underneath the fancy suit, Primo’s body was still wrapped with a bandage for his previous injuries. His momentary pause granted the old man some time to get back on his feet, dusting off his suit as if that were his priority instead of killing the enemy before him.

"My bad," said the old man. "It seemed you’ve improved more than I thought."

Primo snapped his eyes back to the man, not having the energy to converse with him. He lifted the rifle and opened fire, but much to his dismay, the bullet didn’t hit the man. Instead, it bounced off midair, hitting the wall beside him.

’Huh?’A gigantic question mark hovered over Primo’s head, gazing at the smoke coming out of the old man’s rifle. ’Did he just shoot the bullet to divert its direction?’

The old man smiled in satisfaction, chuckling as he shook his head mildly. "My mood had been sour since a few days ago because of losing a friend. So, I thought it would have been nice to blow off some steam to someone who knows him. In that case, we can reminisce about his memories together."

"Sadly, the only person who remembers him aside from us isn’t cooperative." He fluttered his numbered eyelashes ever so slowly. "Attorney Cafre, did you really think I simply think I will win in this duel because of experience alone?"

Primo held his breath and, without thinking twice, he opened fire one more time. Just like what had happened earlier, the old man repelled it by shooting the incoming bullet.

’I wasn’t seeing things,’he thought, wide-eyed. ’Nor it was a fluke. This old fellow... hah... what a fucking luck.’

Just as Primo thought about the situation and the gap between their skills, he suddenly remembered Tiger. Before this day, Primo and Tiger were both injured. It was the reason they were stuck together with Moose, who claimed to be their ’legal’ physician.

Although Tiger gave them the general information of why he was in such a state, Primo always had this lingering question in his mind. Thus, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he asked Tiger the question: was that old man really that skilled?

According to Tiger, the opponent who gave him such injuries was irritatingly skilled. Despite his age, he was able to put up a fight against someone like Tiger. Considering Tiger’s physique and marksmanship, it was almost surprising his opponent was an old man. But he said his complacency also played a huge part. Therefore, Tiger warned Primo about it.

[If you were able to meet any of those psychos, don’t lower your guard. It’s hard to explain it, but for sure, Bear is stronger than that old folk. But something is wrong with them. So, don’t lower your guard because that’s the only way you can win against them. I don’t know, but that old man seemed he was able to hypnotize me for a second.]

It was a strange thing to say. Admittingly, Primo didn’t understand Tiger when he uttered those words. But now, he somehow grasped what Tiger meant. Until he heard this faint ticking somewhere. Deep lines appeared between Primo’s brows, holding his rifle in place, eyes on the old man.

The old man was still talking about something, but all Primo’s senses were focused on this faint ticking noise. He didn’t notice it earlier, considering all the noises in the area. But now that there was nothing but silence and the old man talking, the ticking sound sounded clearer and louder.

’Hypnosis...’ Primo’s blood instantly ran cold as his entire body froze for a second. Without thinking twice, he lifted the rifle and hit his stomach with it.

"As I was saying..." the old man trailed off at Primo’s action, watching the man hunch in after hitting himself violently. "... what are you...?"

"Heh..." Primo chuckled through his clenched teeth, pressing his earpiece before straightening his back. "If there’s anyone who is listening, I’d really appreciate a music right now."

He paused, back straight, eyes on the old man. "If not, I might cut off my ears."

Primo wasn’t expecting anything from the other end of the line. After all, it had always been silent since the beginning. Thus, a subtle smile turned up on his face when a classical piece started playing in his earpiece.

"Thanks," he breathed out, snapping his eyes at the old man. "You cheap little fucker. Now, you’re dead."