Gordon Walker stared blankly at Barrett Walker, who was kneeling on one knee and gasping for breath. The scene had left a deep impression on his soul. Gordon had always idolized Morton Walker and looked down on Barrett, considering him nothing more than a worthless coward. But now, with Morton's defeat at the hands of Barrett, Gordon's faith was shattered. His emotions turned to contempt, resentment, and anger, all of which transformed into a deep-seated hatred towards Barrett. Watching Barrett's weakened state, Gordon felt an uncontrollable urge to do something. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, exquisite ivory and gold pistol, a gift he had intended for a woman he had recently taken a liking to. He believed that this elegant pistol could win her heart, despite his usual disdain for firearms. Today, however, an irresistible impulse drove him to raise the pistol and take aim at Barrett.
As he approached Barrett through the billowing dust, hidden from the view of others, Gordon sighted the target. At such close range, he was confident that one shot would shatter Barrett's head like a ripe tomato bursting open.
Barrett was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, from the blow that had reversed space and time. He struggled to stand, knowing full well the hatred that Laura Walker and Gordon harbored for him. He dared not assume that they wouldn't act on their animosity towards him.
Bang! The sound of the gunshot rang out. Despite his mental exhaustion, Barrett's boundless hatred and quick reflexes enabled him to evade the bullet, which grazed his shoulder. As he fell to the ground, bloodied but lucky to have avoided a fatal wound, a surge of vitality coursed through his body. A cool, invigorating energy welled up within him, as though he were immersed in a hot spring. Despite the pain in his shoulder, it sharpened his senses, and Barrett used this newfound strength to evade further attacks.
“Why didn't you stop him?” Glena asked Ang Lee, as they watched Barrett rolling on the ground.
Ang Lee turned to look at Singh Phoenix and Glena, then at Harry Phoenix, before offering an innocent shrug. “Wasn't this a bet?”
“But we've already won the bet!” Glena retorted, with a stern look at Ang Lee, refusing to back down.
“What about you two?” Ang Lee deflected the question and asked in return.
“We follow your lead, don't we? If you don't go, there must be a reason for it!” Glena said, not backing down.
“Don't look at me. I lost the bet, so I won't help this little rascal.” Singh Phoenix complained, incensed at the thought of his decades-old bottle of wine being wasted. If it weren't for the fact that he considered Barrett as his son-in-law and junior disciple, he would demand compensation from him. If anyone found out about his thoughts, they would surely look down on him. Who would have such an untrustworthy mother-in-law? How could she not trust her own son-in-law?
Ang Lee glanced at Harry Phoenix, who remained silent, feeling a pang of regret at the realization that even honest people could be dishonest at times. From now on, he would have to keep an eye on this introvert. The truth was, they were all curious to see how far Barrett could go. The idea of catching a bullet, while incredible to them, would at least allow them to redirect Barrett's movements before Gordon, who was an inexperienced shooter, fired. If Barrett couldn't even avoid Gordon's amateur shot, then he might as well be dead.
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Barrett Walker was unaware of the thoughts of the onlookers. If he knew Singh Phoenix's thoughts, he would probably be infuriated, even if he was not injured. As he rolled on the ground to avoid Gordon Walker's bullets, the vitality in his lower abdomen became stronger and stronger. It seemed to be the root of everything, continuously providing him with a cool breeze. As this energy grew stronger, Barrett Walker felt his body swelling. When the gunfire stopped, he slapped the ground and quickly rushed towards Gordon Walker.
"Come back quickly," Laura Walker thought it would be bad when she heard the gunfire from the smoke, so she ran forward and into the smoke.
Watching Barrett Walker rushing towards her, Laura Walker's eyes flashed with fierceness. This one-star lieutenant general was no easy opponent. Her palm moved like a knife towards Barrett Walker's head. The wind whistled as Barrett Walker turned and struck with his palm. His body was weak, and the two palms met with a loud thud. Laura Walker took a step back, and Barrett Walker stumbled back five or six steps.
"How despicable! No wonder Barrett Walker wants to battle his father for his stepmother. This whole family is so despicable. Barrett Walker, I support you!"
"They're even resorting to using guns. Are they bullying us because there's no one left at the War God Academy? Get your weapons, we'll fight these despicable people!"
"Hmm, I used to dislike Barrett Walker. I felt like he was too attention-seeking and stole the limelight from our departments. And he found two beautiful girls as his girlfriends. I was so envious! Maybe it's because he's so far away from us. So, I only envied him and didn't feel jealous. But today, I feel so much better. Barrett Walker is from our War God Academy, and we can't allow others to bully him!"
As the smoke cleared, the crowd looked at the scene and cursed loudly. Some, more agitated, picked up stones and bricks from the ground, ready to beat these two mother and son.
Barrett Walker had just exchanged a palm strike with Laura Walker, but there was a mystery in the ring on Laura Walker's hand. His palm felt numb, and when he looked, it was already dark. Barrett Walker glared at Laura Walker and Gordon Walker and said, "Today, I won't kill you. I swear it!"
"Hmph! You little bastard, are you even human? You're not human anymore. You're just a monster, and your mother is a monster too. You've been poisoned by me and still dare to be so arrogant. You can go to hell!" Laura Walker viciously cursed.
Barrett Walker's face turned ashen. He never thought Morton Walker would tell Laura Walker about these things. He turned to look at Morton Walker, who was knocked down by Barrett Walker. He didn't know if he was alive or dead. Barrett Walker really shouldn't have held back, but he had no regrets. This made him see more clearly what kind of person Morton Walker was. Looking at Laura Walker, he said with utmost seriousness, "I swear in the name of my mother that I won't kill you. I swear it."
As Laura Walker rushed towards him, Barrett Walker felt his entire right arm go numb. He immediately pressed several acupoints on his chest to control the flow of his blood, even though he only had his left hand left. Facing Laura Walker, a one-star lieutenant general, and Gordon Walker backing her up, Barrett Walker showed no signs of fear. Suddenly, he struck a peculiar pose, bending his legs and placing one knee over the other, his right arm hanging down and his left hand in front of his chest in a praying gesture, as if reciting a Buddhist mantra.