chapter 297 I want to raise
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Updated : Feb 28th, 2025
"Damn it, you son of a..." Weasel was about to rush forward to snatch the gun when Horacio suddenly made an inconceivable move.
With a flick of his wrist, the silver revolver's cylinder snapped open. He then lightly slapped it on the table, and two bullets popped up high into the air.
Swoosh—
Horacio's gun-wielding hand swept forward, and the two bullets precisely slipped into the chambers. The cylinder whirled for a second with a rustle and snapped shut with a click.
This series of fluid gunplay...
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