Chapter 2: Who are you

The gang boss fell beneath his foot. He kept his foot on his chest and said, "So you're the Peter gang leader, huh?"

The gang boss struggled to get up but he couldn't move an inch.

"Yeah, so what if I am? I am the youngest brother of Peter's family, Mark Peter," he said with anger.

"ohh thanks for the information now I can kill you" The boy smiled.

The Boy was about to pull the trigger when suddenly a bulky, muscular man kicked him.

he fell upon the house near him.

"Thank God, Bitts, you saved him," the boss said.

"It's nothing, boss. Go and hide somewhere, it isn't safe here," Bitts said.

"Hey, that's a nice kick, Buffalo," The boy said as he got up.

Bitts stared at him.

Who is this man riding a horse while standing and shoot down my men, and then kicking one of Peter's brothers? Is he crazy or something? Bitts thought.

Anyway, I am going to have fun, that's for sure, Bitts smiled.

His name is Bitts. Ah, what a weird name. Also, he is strong and his kicks are very nice. Finally, I had an opponent to test whether my training paid off or not, and he also smiled.

"Who are you? Ah, some kind of fancy hero?"

"I guess so," smiled.

"Listen, kid, I don't have time for you. If you hand over your gun to me, I will forgive you."

"What, my gun?"

"Yeah, it looks gorgeous," his voice got deep.

"If you want my gun, take me in a one-on-one duel."

"Sounds good to me."

"Don't mess around. Bitts, take him down already," the boss said.

"Don't worry boss, it won't take long."

The two of them fought hand-to-hand.

They fought equally, and suddenly Bitts took his shotgun from his back.

Bitts shoot at him continuously but he tackled all the bullets by moving.

Bitts took the chance and got closer to him. The boy punched him, but Bitts locked his hands and took his two golden pistols.

But, The boy knee-strikes Bitts in the stomach, and the two of them took some distance between them.

ah, I only think he knows how to handle Guns but he knows how to fight in hand-to-hand combat, he is one crazy bastard. Bitts thought.

Two of them looked exhausted.

F*ck he took off my guns, that buffalo mother fuc'er. The boy thought.

"Hey give my gun you fu"king buffalo"

"If you want come and take it"

He ran carelessly towards Bitts with anger.

Bitts dogged his punch and kicked him.

He fell two feet and crashed onto the wooden boxes.

Bitts walked towards him and said, "What happened, big boy? Got tired or something?"

He remained silent.

"What happens, not having the strength to talk, how about I give a shot to you with your guns so you can take rest forever"

Bitts reached him and put his leg on his throat and said.

"what an idiot you're, going to die by your own gun, please be more careful next life so you won't die like this again, ok"

"Yes! Kill that bas*ard" the boss shouted.

"Hey you don't know one thing" the boy said.

"what"

"my gun won't shoot me"

"ha ha ha ha"Bitts laugh loudly

"What! This gun is your pet or something, don't make me laugh"

"if you won't believe me shoot and try"

what is he saying, his he got crazy because I kicked him hard or is it some kind of trick? Bitts thought

Yes! Yes! shoot me you motherfuc'er. The boy thought.

SHOOT....

What!

The gun fires backwards, straight into his head, but he dodges it.

"You think this stupid trick is gonna work on me, you little punk?"

He is shocked and can't believe the trick didn't work.

"I am not an ordinary cowboy, you punk. I am a ex-police officer. I know this type of gun and know how to turn off this setting."

"F***, now what?" he thought.

Bitts worked on the gun and turned off that back-firing feature.

"Now, say goodbye."

SHOOT...

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