C198 Lifethreatening Bullets!

"Westley! You... you actually showed up?!"

Rollen was speechless, his cigar quietly falling from his mouth.

Iverson's smug grin hadn't yet faded when he spun around, his gaze locking onto the figure who was leisurely walking in from the doorway.

Westley, clad in simple athletic wear, was dragging a barely conscious Professor Ramone into the room.

"I figured you might stir up trouble