Kevin Warford spun around at random, retracting the revolver into the holster, his face calm, not in the slightest trace of black smoke from the place where the bullet had cut his left shoulder.

But in the game, he knew very well that he was really lucky to win.

Kevin Warford knows very well that in the duel just now, the speed of his and his opponent's drawing is only a fraction of a second, and if it is not his own bullet that hits the opponent first, then the opponent's bullet is not just a stroke

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