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    , silently adjusting his breathing.

    Victor saw Leon do this and whirled around, dropping his eyes to the pistol on the dining room table.

    Last chance.

    The former adjutant of the Dragonslayers slowly reached out and grasped the short, compact pistol, and–

    Put the muzzle of the gun to Leon’s temple.

    Leon felt the hardness and coldness of the muzzle and slowly opened his eyes, “So it’s you ……”

    “Ten minutes round trip is enough time for me to kill you and get out of here again, Kasmod.”

    Victor said in a cold voice, “The headline in tomorrow’s paper will be that the former Adjutant General of the Dragonslayer Army executed Leon Kasmod, a traitor to the Empire, but unfortunately did not save a certain minister’s young son from him. What do you think of that story?”

    Leon sneered, “You didn’t used to have much of a sense of humor.”

    “People change, Kasmod. You shouldn’t have come back, was it killing Constantine that made you think you were capable of challenging the Empire?”

    “So the Empire and the Dragon Race …… really colluded.”

    Victor cocked the pistol’s hammer and put his index finger on the trigger.

    “Leon, for the past so many years, it has always been you who have been winning against me; but on this contest today, you have lost. You have failed, Leon, and the one who has defeated you is the one you have always been defeated by, isn’t that something you feel regretful about?”

    “Regret? I swear, Victor, after you pull the trigger, you’re the one who regrets it.”

    “Hehe, worthy of being a former dragonslayer hero, you’re still so tough-talking when you’re on the verge of death. Then …… I’d like to see how you make me regret it!”

    The murderous intent in Victor’s eyes had pressed on.

    He pulled the trigger hard, ready to listen to that wonderful, plasma-splattering sound.

    Click–

    Crisp mechanical snapping sounds echoed through the house.

    But there was not a single fire in sight.

    Victor’s heart stuttered, and he whirled around and panicked again, pulling the trigger several times in quick succession.

    But none of the pistols responded.

    Before he could figure out what was going on, Leon’s iron fist came crashing down towards his face.

    At that moment, Victor felt the sky spinning, and directly lay on his back.

    The smell of blood welled up in his nose, and Victor collapsed to the floor, looking at the cold man in front of him and

    “How did you…how did you ……”

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