Watson glowered at Wilbur as if affected by the disdain in Wilbur's gaze.
Have him buried?
Wilbur could not help but chuckle at the words, before taking a step up to Watson and pointing at himself. "I wasn't sure if I should believe Enoff, but after seeing you I finally get why these people set up such an elaborate plan to use me to wipe your family out. You're in luck, for I value fairness with everyone. I'll give you a chance to kill me now. If you can't do that, don't fault me for not giving you any more chances!"
Watson was practically shaking with rage at this stranger before him. He grabbed the pistol at his waist, shoving the barrel against Wilbur's chest as he fumed, "You f*cking piece of shit, you've pissed me off now! I'd like to see if you can move faster than the bullets in my gun! Come on, keep that cockiness up! There's nothing I enjoy more than killing off idiots like you!"
Watson sneered at Wilbur, certain that a regular human being who emitted no spiritual energy would be dead with just one gunshot.
The next second, however, Watson was shocked to realize that the hand he had on the pistol was unable to move completely. It seemed to be restricted by a strange pressure and felt like it was about to explode at any second.
"Come on, pull the trigger! Less talking, more shooting. Don't tell me you don't even have the guts to fire a gun, do you? If you don't shoot me within the next ten seconds, I'll take it as you pass on your chance," Wilbur smiled at Watson.
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