Chapter 116 What Are You Waiting For

• The gunshot wasn’t loud, or at least not as loud as I thought it would be. It was akin to somebody lighting firecrackers, and my ears were ringing from it. My forehead hurt like hell, as if my skull was being drilled into bit by bit. However, it felt less painful when Jonathan moved the gun away, and I saw a ruptured plastic bean falling out from the barrel.
• “The gun is real, and it’s only got a small quantity of gunpowder, while the bullet was made from plastic,” he explained, and I wanted to swear in his face upon hearing that. I caressed my forehead to realize that I was bleeding slightly, but it wasn’t severe, and the blood didn’t even amount to when I would squeeze an acne.
• “Stand up.” Jonathan put his revolver away and motioned toward me. I pulled the chair away and stood up.