C138 Who Is to Blame?

"How do you plan to open his skull without a scalpel? What are you going to do, use some kind of Qi Gong or magic?" Giacomo scoffed with a sneer.

"Sharp! Looks like you're not completely clueless," Westley retorted, snapping his fingers in agreement. "You've got it right—I'm pretty slick with magic."

Giacomo fell silent, giving Westley a look filled with contempt