“Don’t cross the line, Louis Castro!”

Leslie Clarke frowned, seeing the sight.

“We’re all from the same circle here! Why are you pulling your gun out for?!

“Are you trying to cause a commotion here?!”

Edwin Mendoza showed an expression as cold as ice.

“Are you braindead?! Are you pointing your gun toward me?!”

“Pull the trigger then!

“If you don’t, I’ll make sure that you’ll sleep six feet under!”

No matter the case, Edwin was still a King of Arms who was brought up by the Sword Camp.

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