"Fuck! Go to hell!"
A voice dripping with venom rang out. Under Chen Wen's gaze, the Barbarian, who'd been passed out, suddenly snapped his eyes open.
He let out a roar that didn't sound human, then yanked out a tiny pistol from his waist!
"Careful!"
Vicram reacted insanely fast.
He put everything into his body, exploding into motion and trying to dive to the side.
But right at that moment—
Whoosh!
A sharp, violent gust tore through the air!
Vicram only felt something scream past right beside him.
The next second.
No gunshot. Instead, the Barbarian inside the truck bed let out a howl of pain.
"Argh!"
Vicram froze, body locking in place.
Just then, Chen Wen shot up to the truck's window in a blur.
He reached in and yanked the pistol from the Barbarian's hand. Bone cracked as he tore it free.
"I was waiting for you to try that."
Chen Wen looked at the Barbarian, a mocking grin on his face.
