"Saying it like this... Julian Johnsons does seem quite impressive, huh?"
"It's true..."
...
The tide of opinion shifted in an instant.
Especially these people, all of whom were assassins trained by Edbert Walker, at this moment began to admire Julian Johnsons.
Of course Edbert Walker found it grating, but what could he do?
Because with his current king-like ability, he still didn't have an XK handgun!
He was enraged, eager to prove his strength, raising the gun in his hand to eye level, aiming at Julian Johnsons inside the car, provocatively saying, "You wouldn't want to compete with me in gunmanship inside the car, would you? However, if you want to play turtle, I don't mind."
"..." Julian Johnsons remained silent.
Cold and composed, not swayed by his provocations.
It was as if he had his own plan.
Not rushed, not panicked.
Amidst Edbert Walker's repeated noisy urgings, "You're not coming out? How can we compete?"
"Are you really afraid of dying!"
