Chapter 706

Boris mocked, "Haha! They look like chickens that had their feathers blown off." It explained why the agonizing scream that followed the second gunshot that left no bullet—this was their own doing. Jack asked lightly, "Who sent you?" "My ass!" the blonde young man, Barry Blunt, said arrogantly, aiming a homemade musket at Jack. Unwavered by fear, Jack stared into the barrel of the musket and said, "I dare you to take the shot if you're not worried about the barrel exploding." Their homemade musket had no safety features. They may lose their lives if the barrel exploded. The man who had his fingers blown off was a living example. Barry didn't dare fire the shot. At this moment, the scar-faced young man shouted, "Don't worry about it, man. There are only two of them, and we have knives. Let's take them down." Barry nodded. Ignoring his other partner, who was rolling on the ground in agony, he lunged toward Jack with his knife. Jack swiftly moved to the side, dodging the tip of t