Chapter 177

But the gun only clicked, the sound echoing in the silence.

Matthew’s eyes widened in shock as he frantically pulled the trigger again and again, but nothing happened.

Pete remained calm, pulling a small bullet from his pocket and holding it up. “I took them out from your backpack,” he said quietly, his eyes locked on Matthew.

Matthew’s face drained of color, his hands scrambling to find the single bullet that had fallen to the ground.

But before he could react, Pete kicked him hard in the face, sending him sprawling.

Matthew gasped, the taste of blood filling his mouth as he dropped the weapon.

His hands shook as he tried to grab it, but Pete was quicker.

He picked up the gun, filled it with the bullet, and aimed it at Matthew, his eyes cold.

The tables had turned.

“What are you doing, Pete?” Matthew’s voice quivered, a mix of fear and confusion lacing his words.

“Nothing,” Pete replied, his tone eerily calm as he pointed the gun at Matthew’s head.

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