Six emerald bullets lay quietly in the chamber, exuding a dream-like glow that illuminated his curled lips.
When Huai Shi slightly shook his hand and closed the magazine, the heavy revolver in his hand seemed to smile along with him.
As if something wonderful had happened.
It made one truly understand a gun's joy and happiness.
And now, as the dark muzzle slowly raised and aimed forward, a phantom of a blond youth appeared beside Huai Shi. Wearing a biker jacket and donned in worn-out boots, it seemed as if he had returned from a long journey.
Beelzebub raised his hand, pulled down his sunglasses from his nose ridge, and smiled at his long-lost friend.
Offering a fragrant and melodious greeting.
"—Fuck your mother, did you miss me?"
Huai Shi pulled the trigger!
In that instant, Osiris's Light of Judgement descended!
