Two days, three groups of people, the same task.
Lorenzo had vaguely sensed something amiss, as if a group of people were setting a trap for him.
He reached out directly and took down the Winchester hanging above his head, pulling the metal loop on the guard, and there was a clear 'click' as the bullet was chambered.
"Wait a minute! Is this thing really capable of firing?"
Oscar said in surprise. He had always thought of it as a commemorative artifact, never knowing it was an actual weapon.
"What do you think!"
Lorenzo had a fierce look on his face.
This was something that Heracles had emphasized to him, just like how the Rat King was really just a large rat, and this Winchester was truly a shotgun, not a ridiculous piece of art.
"What's going on?"
Bola at the door was a bit unclear about what was happening, but upon seeing Oscar, he vaguely sensed it. As Arthur's most trusted subordinate, he also knew Oscar's identity.
"You! You! And you! Don't speak just yet!"
