"Second uncle, what are you..."

Duke opened the door with Alyssa, and the scene outside made him a little dumbfounded.

If he recognized it correctly, the red-haired man kneeling on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face was none other than Cotton, the leader of the Bloody Hand Club.

And standing behind Cotton was his second uncle, Oliver.

Oliver was wearing a black windbreaker, making a sound in the night wind. Regardless of his appearance, his temperament was still very handsome.

"I heard you were shot? Is it this guy?"

Oliver kicked Cotton.

Cotton shut his mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

"……yes."

Duke opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just said "yes".

"That's right. I happened to be passing by today and I caught him. What do you want to do with him? We members of the Elvis family cannot be shot in vain."

Oliver said with a smile.

In conjunction with his gloomy appearance and temperament, this smile always makes Duke feel like he is the villain in the movie.

"This...what do you think, second uncle?"

Duke was not sure what Oliver meant for a moment, so he spoke cautiously.

In his opinion, Duke is the most unpopular member of the Elvis family. Even if he is attacked or even almost dies, almost no one will care, even if it is only on the surface.

comfort.

So after this incident happened, Duke had no intention of reporting it to the family.

But today, the second uncle suddenly came over and brought Cotton over, which was really something Duke didn't expect.

Although it is said that people should not be judged by their appearance, the first impression this second uncle made on Duke was indeed not very good.

Now, Duke is guessing what his purpose is, or what the purpose of the Elvis family is.

Before he could figure it out, Duke naturally had to be careful when speaking.

Oliver glanced at Duke, who was a little cautious, and grinned:

"In my opinion...it's only fair to give him a shot!"

As soon as he said these words, Duke could clearly see Cotton kneeling on the ground shaking, but he just bit his mouth and did not even dare to say a word for mercy.

Duke didn't know what happened to Cotton, but he figured it couldn't be a good thing.

"Isn't this... inappropriate?"

To be honest, Duke really wanted to give him a shot.

It is not a gentleman not to retaliate against someone.

But this is not a wilderness, this is an orderly city of dawn. Naturally, you cannot do things as you please.

Besides, with Cotton in his current state, he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand a shot. If one shot hits him, he will die.

To be honest, Duke can't bear to do things like murder. It's not that he is so kind, but that this is a human life after all. Maybe this world is cruel, but as a human being, he is not ready yet. At least today,

Not at this moment.

"Isn't it appropriate? Haha, he's just a little guy. Just kill him. No one will take him seriously!"

Oliver chuckled sinisterly, then stared at Duke and asked.

"What, you can't bear it? Or you still don't dare?"

Duke hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded honestly.

"I...have..."

"Hey, boy, I really don't know how you survived in the wilderness. When you meet that girl, I'm afraid... forget it."

Oliver wanted to say something, but in the end he shook his head and kicked Cotton on the butt.

"Give you a chance, get out."

Cotton ran out rolling and crawling as if he was being pardoned.

"Second uncle, why don't you go in and have a cup of tea?"

Watching Cotton disappear around the corner, Duke looked at Oliver and politely invited him.

"No, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

But before leaving, he turned back to Duke and showed a sinister smile:

"Boy, kindness is a good thing, but I don't want to see it in you."

After saying that, without waiting for Duke to reply, Oliver left directly. His pace seemed unpleasant, but in a few blinks, he disappeared from Duke's sight.

Duke looked at the deserted street corner, and then at some traces of blood left by Cotton under his feet. He was silent for a moment, and then said to the big scar not far away:

"Let's clean it up."

"Yes, boss!"

…

At the end of Ping An Street.

Cotton was breathing heavily, with excitement about the aftermath of the disaster remaining on his face.

The moment he saw the man, he thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that he could survive!

Although it was because of that kid's pitiful and ridiculous hesitation and kindness, he still survived.

"Oh, he is just lucky. If it were not for the support of the Elvis family, he would never survive in Dawn City, even if he is a small nobleman..."

Cotton complained crazily in his heart, or was envious.

"I heard that he was found by the Elvis family after living in the wilderness for many years. How could he be so lucky? Why didn't he die outside? If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to suffer this..."

Cotton was mumbling and venting, Curse.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

At some point, a long shadow appeared in front of him.

Kirton instantly felt a chill running from the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head.

He raised his head tremblingly, and under the street lights on the other side of the street, he was leaning on a thin man wearing a windbreaker. The collar was a little high, covering his face.

But Cotton will never forget this frightening figure in his life.

"Sir, sir, you, didn't you mean..."

Cotton's tone was trembling.

The man took out a single-action iron barrel revolver from nowhere. This is the most common and cheapest pistol in the wilderness.

The man didn't look at Cotton, but raised his pistol, pointed it at the sky, and said in a low tone:

"Give you a chance - a shot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cotton endured the pain that was like tearing his whole body, forcibly stimulating the genetic power in his body, and started running wildly without looking back.

"It's just an iron barrel revolver. The accuracy is too poor. Apart from not jamming and being cheap, it has almost no advantages. It may not hit anyone within ten meters. I can survive, I can survive!"

Cotton hypnotized himself crazily in his mind. No matter what he said, he was still an awakened genetic warrior. Even if he only awakened once the day after tomorrow, he was still an awakened person!

boom--

After running for an unknown amount of time, a gunshot rang out and Cotton suffered a cardiac arrest.

At this moment, he seemed to feel death coming, but a second later, Cotton was surprised to find that he could still feel the tearing pain in his body!

He is still alive!

Cotton looked happy.

He knew that the opponent missed the target!

Given the opponent's identity, since he said "one shot", he would definitely not fire a second shot!

Cotton thought with great certainty.

But having said that, after all, it was a matter related to his life, and Cotton was still a little unsure whether the other party would keep his promise.

He has really reached his limit now. If his potential is unleashed, he may become a useless person even if he does not die.

Cotton hesitated a little, whether to continue running away with his life, or to look back to see if the other party was chasing him. In the end, he couldn't hold it back, slowed down, and looked back.

In the distance, under the streetlight on the street corner, the thin figure wearing a windbreaker is still there, and the iron barrel revolver in his hand is pointed upward.

"Um?"

Cotton was stunned for a moment, and then turned pale with fright as if he remembered something. His eyeballs were bloodshot, his muscles all over his body burst, and he wanted to speed up again.

But, it's too late.

Pfft——

A bullet fell from the sky and hit Cotton's head with perfect accuracy, penetrating his head.

Cotton lost consciousness instantly and didn't even feel the slightest pain.

In the night wind, a deep voice gradually faded away.
Chapter completed!