C91 I Can't Disobey!

After Westley pressed the trigger, he didn't even blink.

But there was no gunshot.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

The long-haired man's face quickly settled back into a calm expression as he asked icily, "Aren't you scared?"

"Why should I be scared of a fake pistol?" Westley replied.

"How did you figure it out?" the long-haired man inquired, his curiosity piqued