Chapter 1027 Catch Bullets
For Friedrich and his party, four rifles and one pistol represented the most powerful weaponry.
Friedrich, holding the pistol, felt he was guaranteed to win.
He pointed the gun directly at Donald, then shouted loudly, “Campbell, stop right there!”
Friedrich had taken out his pistol, and at that moment, the other members of the Wilson family
stopped advancing, choosing to keep their distance from Donald instead.
Looking at the pistol in Friedrich''s hand, Donald said nonchntly, “You surely don''t think that by
pulling out this gun, you canmand me, do you?”
Friedrich coldly snorted and said, “If you don''t value your life, tryying a hand on me again. I
should warn you I''ve received professional shooting training. At this distance between us, I won''t
miss.”
Hearing Friedrich say that, Donald was amused.
He kicked aside the Wilson family members blocking his path, then steadily made his way toward
Friedrich.
Friedrich''s eyebrows arched, and the smug smile on his face froze. What''s with this brat? Is he
really tired of living? “Halt! Did you hear me? I said halt!”
Bang!
The gunshot rang out, the bulletnding right next to Donald''s foot.
If it were an ordinary person, they would certainly be frightened by that gunshot.
After all, the dirt sttering from the bullet hole proved that what Friedrich held in his hands was the
real deal.
Unexpectedly, Donald refused to stop and continued to walk toward Friedrich.
At that point, Friedrich could no longer hold back. This brat is a martial arts practitioner, so I can
understand why he behaved so arrogantly when we engaged in unarmedbat, but he''s unarmed
now, yet he still dares to keep up his arrogant demeanor.
Friedrich pulled the trigger once again.
This time, however, he aimed for Donald''s thigh.
He intended to give Donald a taste of hardship. Otherwise, he figured Donald might think he was
just joking around.
The bullet was fired, yet the anticipated scene of Donald clutching his blood-soaked thigh and falling
to the ground did not ur.
Almost at the very moment when Friedrich fired his gun, Donald reached out and reached out to
grab the air around his thigh.
Donald moved quickly, but his sudden gesture still caught everyone off guard. Did he catch the
bullet? That''s impossible! That''s absolutely impossible. If this brat is really this formidable, what''s
the point of us doing all this? Why don''t we just kneel down and apologize to him?
Friedrich also didn''t believe that Donald possessed such an ability. He simply felt that his aim was
off, and he hadn''t hit Donald at all.
He assumed Donald made such a move to intimidate them.
So, without any hesitation, Friedrich continued to pull the trigger, firing three shots at Donald''s leg.
Even if my shooting skills are terrible, I should be able to hit the target with three shots, right?
However, this time, Donald, with what seemed to others as a fool''s behavior, grabbed the air thrice.
This time, however, no one from the Wilson familyughed at Donald because they realized that
Donald had still not been shot.
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They were well aware of Friedrich''s marksmanship skills.
Therefore, anyone with a bit of smarts would have already figured out what just happened.
Donald spread his right palm, and four bullets clinked as they simultaneously fell to the ground.
Seeing the bullets scattered on the ground, Friedrich was dumbfounded.
“H-How could you catch bullets?”
With a look as if he was staring at a fool, Donald said to Friedrich, “The Wilson family has
developed to this point; surely you''ve heard of a Ste Warrior?”
“Ste Warrior!” Friedrich widened his eyes at Donald and asked, “Are you a Ste Warrior?”
Montgomery arched his brow as well.
He never imagined that Donald, who seemed so ordinary, was actually a Ste Warrior.