Sara had been very honest the whole way, so honest that Jimmy even thought he had nabbed the wrong person. With the irritable characters from New York under Azte's charge, who were explosive at the slightest spark, how could this person from Dallas remain so calm?
As they stopped next to the woods, Sara's expression finally changed; he walked into the woods with a very ugly look on his face, and now, with a revolver pressed against his head, he completely broke down in tears.
They all came from the same streets; who didn't know what coming to this kind of place meant?
Seeing Jimmy's skilled handling of the revolver, emptying the chamber of bullets, this was no beginner's luck. The game of Russian roulette, how could a native Texan like him not know about it!
With trembling lips, Sara forcefully remained silent. Jimmy didn't indulge him, pulling the trigger first, "click," "You still have four chances to talk."
