"You're that lucky?" Harvey said, his shock palpable on his face. "Alright, one more time."

This time, Drake raised his left hand to block the gun's muzzle using all his strength. He believed that if this continued, even if he would not die from a bullet, he would die from the fear alone.

"You're scared?" Harvey looked at Drake curiously. "Aren't you the Madman? Aren't you the third in Wolsing out of all the Young Masters? Why are you so afraid of dying? You're so arrogant while harassing my