C247 Seven Gunmen!

Bronson's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging as if they might pop out of their sockets, his legs flailing helplessly in the air.

He was like a defenseless chick, overwhelmed by fear and panic.

Westley's gaze remained icy, his grip tightening.

"Keke..."

A grating sound came from Bronson's throat, suggesting it might be crushed at any moment.

If Bronson didn't come clean