Kuroda Ryunosuke's pair of turbid eyes stared dead at Jotaro, speaking in a cold voice, "Young man, tell me your answer!"
Jotaro looked calm and composed. He opened his eyes. In his pupils, there wasn't the slightest ripple. He merely looked at Kuroda Ryunosuke once, and in the next second, his fist struck Kuroda Ryunosuke's face.
Silver Wolf and Yako did not expect this sudden development at all. 'Was this guy an idiot? Didn't he know what weapon Silver Wolf had in his hand?'
Kuroda Ryunosuke also never expected that this lone young man actually dared to make a move on his turf.
He covered his mouth; blood flowed from between his fingers, mixed with broken teeth.
That was a solid punch. He roared angrily. Ever since he sat in this position, it had been a long time since anyone dared show him such disrespect.
"Kill him for me! Goddammit!"
Hearing this, Silver Wolf immediately pulled the trigger. The dark gun barrel emitted a flash of fire, and then a .45 ACP large-caliber bullet flew out from it.
Yako wanted to stop him, but it was already too late. She helplessly closed her eyes, she hadn't expected that, after finally meeting a man who made her heart stir, he was about to die so soon. She really didn't dare witness this cruel scene.
"How is that possible!" Silver Wolf looked at the scene before him and let out a scream of disbelief.
That high-speed moving bullet had actually stopped in front of Jotaro's forehead. Not only that, the bullet was moving along a strange trajectory.
Under his gaze, the bullet slowly moved to Jotaro's hand. Then Jotaro reached out and caught the bullet.
Jotaro pinched the bullet between two fingers and examined it carefully. 'Just like in what I saw, Star Platinum can easily catch a bullet shot from a gun barrel.'
Jotaro slightly raised his head and looked at the dumbfounded Kuroda Ryunosuke and Silver Wolf before him.
At this moment, Yako also opened her eyes. Seeing Jotaro standing there alive and well, she felt it was unbelievable.
One must know, Silver Wolf had worked as a mercenary abroad for a long time. His marksmanship, even among his peers, was among the best. His shots rarely missed. How could he have missed this time?
Silver Wolf's professional instinct was still very strong. Although he didn't understand what was going on, the dangerous aura Jotaro emitted made him fire off the remaining five bullets in his revolver all at once.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
After five shots, the chamber was empty, this was the reason revolvers were favored by Western cowboys.
As long as your proficiency was high, others couldn't even see your draw, and you could empty the chamber in one go.
Silver Wolf was a professional gunman. This American-style fast draw was breathtaking.
Unfortunately, he ran into Jotaro. Star Platinum appeared in front of Jotaro and blocked all the incoming bullets. Several bullets gathered mid-air and fell into Jotaro's hand.
This scene almost made the jaws of the three people in front of him drop.
Kuroda Ryunosuke no longer cared about his status. He rolled and crawled on the ground, fleeing toward the courtyard entrance.
But before he made it two steps, he let out a cry of pain and collapsed on the ground. Looking closer, his thigh had been pierced by a bullet, blood gushed madly from the wound.
Seeing Jotaro approaching, Silver Wolf quickly tried to reload. But just as his hand reached into his pocket, a bullet turned his gun into scrap.
"Impossible! What the hell kind of monster are you?!"
Silver Wolf's voice was already trembling. In that moment earlier, he had seen clearly, this man in front of him had actually, actually shot the bullet from his hand like a pinball.
'What kind of joke was this?! And a bullet fired like that had easily turned his gun into a pile of junk'
A bullet without warning pierced his thigh. He grunted and collapsed onto the ground.
"Quick! Quick! Quick, stop him!"
Kuroda Ryunosuke was panicking and flustered. Seeing Jotaro approaching step by step, he hurriedly shouted to Yako beside him.
Yako had been raised under Kuroda Ryunosuke's knee since childhood. He had taught her trickery and assassination skills.
But even a mercenary like Silver Wolf wasn't a match for Jotaro, if she went up, wasn't that just suicide?
Besides, in her heart, she didn't want to hurt Jotaro. Once she got close to him, her whole body felt weak and limp, she couldn't even lift a finger.
So she turned her face to the side, pretending not to hear.
Jotaro's heavy footsteps sounded like they were pounding on Kuroda's heart, making his breathing uneven and his face pale from fear.
He had once experienced blood and slaughter, had fought with real knives and guns. But so many years of living comfortably had made him cling desperately to life.
"Yare yare, you wanted to know how I cheated, that's what you said yourself."
Jotaro stopped two meters in front of him. His pale green eyes looked down at him from above, taking in all his pathetic appearance.
"P-please... don't... don't kill me! However much money you want, I can give it to you!"
Kuroda Ryunosuke's hand crawled along the ground, trying to distance himself from Jotaro.
"Bring me the money I won." Jotaro said indifferently.
"Yako! Quickly bring this gentleman his money!" Hearing Kuroda Ryunosuke's order, Yako quickly retreated.
Before long, she returned with over a dozen people, moving dozens of boxes full of Japanese yen. A rough estimate, there were about several billion.
Kuroda Ryunosuke's face turned dark. This treacherous girl who sided with outsiders had almost emptied his fortune.
He cursed in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. Wearing a flattering smile, he begged, "As long as you let me go, all this money will be yours."
Jotaro ignored him, bent down, pulled out a stack of bills, and had Star Platinum quickly check and verify them. Once confirmed, he stood up and stuffed the thick bundle into his coat pocket.
He put his hands in his pants pockets, walked with steady steps, and stepped over Kuroda Ryunosuke's body, heading straight toward the courtyard gate.
He left behind only a tall, dark silhouette for everyone.
"You idiots! Why are you still standing there?! Hurry and capture this bastard for me!"
"Kill him!" Kuroda Ryunosuke shouted through gritted teeth.
That group of servants looked at each other, then rushed toward Jotaro all at once, launching a sneak attack from behind.
Jotaro seemed not to notice this ambush. He made no move to respond, letting them pounce toward him.
But in the next second, after a few cries of pain, those who rushed at him were all sent flying.
"We're even now. Here's your receipt, take it."
Leaving behind these words, Jotaro's figure flickered and disappeared into the street.
Tsuruta Yako clutched her chest and kept staring at the man. Even though he had disappeared, she couldn't bear to look away.
It wasn't until Kuroda Ryunosuke's wretched wailing sounded in her ears that she finally came to her senses a little.
The dozen or so men Jotaro had sent flying were all piled on top of Kuroda, almost suffocating him to death.
"You'd better save your strength."
No one knew when Silver Wolf had dragged his injured leg over to Kuroda's side. He stood beside Yako, gazing in the direction Jotaro had left.
"I advise you not to mess with that man. Today, the only reason we're still alive is because he showed mercy."
In his hand, he held a bullet, the very one that had pierced his leg.
"A bullet of this caliber, even if it doesn't hit a vital area, can still destroy a large amount of muscle tissue and cause one to bleed to death."
"Our legs were pierced by such bullets, and the wounds weren't treated. By all rights, we should have been dead already."
"But right now, the blood at our wounds has already clotted."
After speaking, Silver Wolf's body trembled slightly, whether from fear or excitement was unclear.
"You think we were just lucky? That guy... spared our lives."
"That guy's hand-fired bullets are several times faster than bullets from a revolver..."
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